when there is no one to talk to i talk to myself, in cursive.

symmetrical zits and mosquito bites. whats up with that?

"i'm sorry, i'm allergic to you" is a very interesting life challenge.

i forget and or i forgot

new topic: sex and fairy tales!

this is a description of my very first sexual experience:
i was walking along the banks of a pond among slimy weeds and prickly bushes. i was about twelve or thirteen or fourteen. frogs were leaping into the pond left and right when i remembered that fairy tale-- ya know the one where you kiss a frog and it turns into a prince? i snatched up one of those frogs, kissed it, then threw it back into the pond. about ten seconds later, some bubbles started to rise up out of the middle of that pond, then a head, then some shoulders, then a pair of muddy, slimy breasts, then a pair of muddy, slimy thighs.
she reached out and grabbed me by my little pre-teen hard-on!
no! no! no, i shouted!
no, i'm too young and i want to be a virgin forever! she swished and sloshed me about in a wild rage. i was getting mud in my eyes and ears, i could barely see or hear anything, i was disoriented in dirty ecstasy. how am i going to get myself out of this slimy, disgusting situation, i thought? so, in an act of desperation, i kissed her lips thinking she might de-evolve back into her frog form, but no, she remained.
it seems her lips were not the MAGIC SPOT to kiss that would break the spell-- so i started to move my mouth over her whole body hoping i might eventually push the right button. while in the middle of fellatio, i choked on an unfamiliar taste. i opened my eyes and i was shocked by the realization that not only had the slime princess disappeared, but i had just swallowed that damn frog!

she's addicted to the sensation she gets thinking someone needs and loves her.

i'm so hungry i could eat the peanut-butter off of one of these mouse traps!

on a scale from one to ten, how would you rate yourself on the level of attraction?

"the best things in life are free, but you can give them to the birds and bees
your love gives me such a thrill but your love can't pay my bills
money don't get everything its true, but what it don't get i can't use
i want money!" - the flying lizards

i hate to admit: i don't want to let myself get too involved in my own emotions-- they can never be fully understood or communicated or reciprocated, they are all nonsensical and they aren't going to get me anywhere.

i hope no one overheard him talking to me:
"i think about you all the time and i feel sorry for you."

i'm sorry, are you busy? am i bothering you?
"umm, yeah, i can picture myself being asleep right now"

i'm going to make an autobiographical movie! it will revolve around the idea of cheerleading. it will be called,
"bring it on and on and on and on....."

get your rage on!

thanks gravity!

"it tastes like buttered toast and jam in here"
"it smells like a horse just took a shit in my mouth in here"

i have nothing more to say, except, over the past two days i have slept for 28 hours!