While I don't usually do things like this, I wanted to take a moment from my post-Grez daze to let you all in on a secret:
I have met only one dangerously sexual man in my past. Only one man who could, with just a wink of the eye, make my entire body quiver. Only one man who could bring me to the brink of sexual hysteria, if for only an abbreviated amount of time (damn you for only being barely legal and immature when we were seeing one another!). This young man made me question all that I knew about myself and my taste in music.
I even proclaimed my hate for him in one of these journals some time ago, a time before I knew the merits of hating the game and not the player.
This man.
My old friend Joel, a man that I hate, is a sexual velociraptor. JEEEEZ!
He spends all of his time working out! And tanning! And riding tractors around! And boats, too! And all for one goal, too! I even heard that he has his bodyfat monitored hourly, as a surge in non-lean mass could disturb his, well, stroke. I am shuttering to think of his calloused hands.
He lives a charmed life, an existence dedicated to one thing- bringing ladies pleasure.
I know that my world was rocked.
At this point, there is nothing that I need more than a bath-tub full of ice, as my body screams "GI JOEL, I NEEEEED YOU!".
Check please, waiter.
I have met only one dangerously sexual man in my past. Only one man who could, with just a wink of the eye, make my entire body quiver. Only one man who could bring me to the brink of sexual hysteria, if for only an abbreviated amount of time (damn you for only being barely legal and immature when we were seeing one another!). This young man made me question all that I knew about myself and my taste in music.
I even proclaimed my hate for him in one of these journals some time ago, a time before I knew the merits of hating the game and not the player.
This man.
My old friend Joel, a man that I hate, is a sexual velociraptor. JEEEEZ!
He spends all of his time working out! And tanning! And riding tractors around! And boats, too! And all for one goal, too! I even heard that he has his bodyfat monitored hourly, as a surge in non-lean mass could disturb his, well, stroke. I am shuttering to think of his calloused hands.
He lives a charmed life, an existence dedicated to one thing- bringing ladies pleasure.
I know that my world was rocked.
At this point, there is nothing that I need more than a bath-tub full of ice, as my body screams "GI JOEL, I NEEEEED YOU!".
Check please, waiter.
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james:
i had china pan tongiht, wish you were there.
friday:
hahaha...i like how you called him a sexual velociraptor. that shit cracks me up. me and stina do good velociraptor impersinations.. 
