stewd

Kung-fu action grip is all it needs. Unless theres a barbie to play with.

14th E Burnside chump. You can hit me with a rock from sandy

you gettin nekkid??
I want a bike, BADLY.
well, in the spring I mean.

I used both in moderation, so my cells are happy and snug in their beds. It was fun to get stupid on weekends, but I also knew I wouldn't be a very effective writer or teacher if I let myself get out of control.

Man, I had a somebody upstairs once, fat old woman, who'd stomp around flatfooted for hours until I'd get a broomstick and, no, not shove it up her ass but bang on the ceiling like machine-gun fire, and then she would wait for a few seconds and JUMP in the air and come down with both feet, boom. and this would go on for 10 or 20 minutes, which is a long time for thing like this to go on. The short version is, she was my landlady. Doubled my rent. Couldn't pay it. Out.

A: Never used drugs but I think the alcohol, which I didn't start until 30 and then made up for lost time, has reeked havuck. Parents both are alkies and I never went that route, but I likes my wine and wisht I didn't.

Laying in bed talking about fetishes and what we'd like to do to each other... can't get much more open than that.

I'm bored already.

Cyndi Lauper. I used to dress like her all the time. Thrift store chic.

madonna.

don't buy drugs, dipshit.

i'm bored...

From personal experience, it's a matter of trust. If you dated for awhile and it didn't work out, but everyone played fair, then you can still have fun as friends. Hang out, *maybe* sleep together occasionally. But if the whole thing blew up and in the process you lost your trust and/or respect for someone, then stop answering their phone calls. They're a waste of your valuable time.

Unless she's really hot and you don't have another date lined up. Then you say "still friends" and fuck her brains out, THEN stop answering her phone calls.

Oink!

nothing..cause i would rather be a rock star

MC Spearchucker

ah.

*barf*

yes, i'm a cop in the game. i say things like "we've got em surrounded!!", "hey don't you know i'm a cop", and screams of pain. i think about 60 lines or so. nobody ever really recognizes my voice because usually when the cops are out, shit is so hectic that they're too busy running the fuck away to listen to the voices.

somehow naked bodies and stewd don't mix in my head*shakes head*
merf

anyway...dude e-mail me

long hair in minibraids..or a mowhawk

need to speak about the anti-valentines thingy....next time your on aim IM me k....or e-mail me
and i will send you my number

she.