time for a real entry? maybe.
i'm sitting by a kitty today for money. a step up from panhandling with kody. i find it terribly ironic that i told eric at the point when it all got messy that someday i wanted to date a boy with a mohawk...and now i am...
it makes me want to play dating scavenger hunt.
ay, that can sound wrong i suppose. wouldn't it be interesting? hmm. ok. maybe i'll make up my list right now:
i want to date someone who:
....
now i realize i've gotten a lot of the things i want...just not in a composite whole. all of the silly little fantasies, even the silly things i find attractive i eventually get. the last 2 spoke german, eric was an anarchist, an army brat...kody's gotta be an anarchist. and eric had excellent taste in music. jesse was a total good boy...
perhaps i'm a conisseur of characters, only i don't know what the rarities are off of the top of my head, i simply sense them when i crash into them and take them down in a hurricane of firey doom?
*cabbage patches.*
fuck, i owe scott the cajun cook/sorta squatter a thank you of some sort. what does one get a gutterpunk as a gift? here honey, i got you some pot, with a bow around it! erm. there's got to be something else they want...
i'm sitting by a kitty today for money. a step up from panhandling with kody. i find it terribly ironic that i told eric at the point when it all got messy that someday i wanted to date a boy with a mohawk...and now i am...
it makes me want to play dating scavenger hunt.
ay, that can sound wrong i suppose. wouldn't it be interesting? hmm. ok. maybe i'll make up my list right now:
i want to date someone who:
....
now i realize i've gotten a lot of the things i want...just not in a composite whole. all of the silly little fantasies, even the silly things i find attractive i eventually get. the last 2 spoke german, eric was an anarchist, an army brat...kody's gotta be an anarchist. and eric had excellent taste in music. jesse was a total good boy...
perhaps i'm a conisseur of characters, only i don't know what the rarities are off of the top of my head, i simply sense them when i crash into them and take them down in a hurricane of firey doom?
*cabbage patches.*
fuck, i owe scott the cajun cook/sorta squatter a thank you of some sort. what does one get a gutterpunk as a gift? here honey, i got you some pot, with a bow around it! erm. there's got to be something else they want...