This is "Hot Import Week" on my fave SG list. Now there maybe some gals on here that aren't technically imports, but thier Location section in thier profile says they're not from the US, so I'll put em on here anyway. Either way sit back and enjoy the international hotness 
p.s. I hope everyone is using these lists to get to see girls they didnt know were on the site. Go! See new girls!
Scategorical journal update begins......NOW!
I can't be too depressed when I have this sitting in my big black monolith can I:
I had a dream last night. Half of it involved the X-men. (Yes I am that big of a dork that I dream about the fucking X-men.) The other half involved me running into an old friend of mine, Merideth.
She was a cool gal. A little aloof sometimes, but whatever, still tres cool. She helped me feel better after a bad "relationship" fell apart a few years ago. However, she also went off on our co-worker and one of my closest friends, Cinnamon. Merideth called her a fat ugly cow. At work. In front of customers. A lot of customers (we worked at the law school bookstore and it was the first day of classes). I had known Cinna for a couple years at that point. Merideth I had known for a few months. Sufice to say where my loyalties laid. And whenever Merideth called wanting to hang out I never called her back. I felt justified. I mean she talked shit about Cinna, in front of customers no less. And she never appologized. I'm big on appologies. Probably because so many people are willing to eat crow, that when someone does, it is a welcome surprise. Either way, I think my dream was all about the residual guilt I feel for shutting her out of my life completely. Especially after she had my back in the evil, vicious witch Celeste situation.
Yeah I suck as a friend. I'm too hard on people. And I miss Merideth. She was one of the only people I know who got the same level of giddy satisfaction out of wonton police killings in GTA3 as I did 
Tell me these arent the most hypnotic eyes you've ever seen
oh yeah, I almost forgot. The one song i want played at my funeral is "L'Arena" by Ennio Morricone. It starts off rather somber, but picks up untill the horns are blaring and it sounds so triumphant. Thats what I want people to feel when I'm dead. Sure it's sad (I guess, I dont know if people will be or not. It's totally up to them), but in the end, its just going on another journey. And dammit, this is great travelling music.
p.s. I hope everyone is using these lists to get to see girls they didnt know were on the site. Go! See new girls!
Scategorical journal update begins......NOW!
I can't be too depressed when I have this sitting in my big black monolith can I:
I had a dream last night. Half of it involved the X-men. (Yes I am that big of a dork that I dream about the fucking X-men.) The other half involved me running into an old friend of mine, Merideth.
She was a cool gal. A little aloof sometimes, but whatever, still tres cool. She helped me feel better after a bad "relationship" fell apart a few years ago. However, she also went off on our co-worker and one of my closest friends, Cinnamon. Merideth called her a fat ugly cow. At work. In front of customers. A lot of customers (we worked at the law school bookstore and it was the first day of classes). I had known Cinna for a couple years at that point. Merideth I had known for a few months. Sufice to say where my loyalties laid. And whenever Merideth called wanting to hang out I never called her back. I felt justified. I mean she talked shit about Cinna, in front of customers no less. And she never appologized. I'm big on appologies. Probably because so many people are willing to eat crow, that when someone does, it is a welcome surprise. Either way, I think my dream was all about the residual guilt I feel for shutting her out of my life completely. Especially after she had my back in the evil, vicious witch Celeste situation.
Yeah I suck as a friend. I'm too hard on people. And I miss Merideth. She was one of the only people I know who got the same level of giddy satisfaction out of wonton police killings in GTA3 as I did
Tell me these arent the most hypnotic eyes you've ever seen
oh yeah, I almost forgot. The one song i want played at my funeral is "L'Arena" by Ennio Morricone. It starts off rather somber, but picks up untill the horns are blaring and it sounds so triumphant. Thats what I want people to feel when I'm dead. Sure it's sad (I guess, I dont know if people will be or not. It's totally up to them), but in the end, its just going on another journey. And dammit, this is great travelling music.
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and thanks. ill see if i smash the system of going alone haha.
what else... xmen legends rock.