bionicfemme

Yoyoyo. Blarrgh, I don't even want to think about the hacker anymore. I got a couple more hacks from SF and now they're starting to get further again. Maybe they're giving up because they can't get in my system? I dunno. Silly arsefaces. I have nothing of importance on here. Unless ya count my poetry. And I really doubt it's important enough to drive someone to hack into my computer THIS much!

Phuket
It's a Thai restaurant in San Francisco
Phoenetically
Our theory of life.

Haha. I always wanna go in that place and be like "Is this the Fuck-it restaurant?" They probably get that a thousand times a day though.

This is my first published poem, "Monkey Love"

I see people falling in love
Out of the treetops
Into love

They will write sonnets and
Operas and plays
I will croon in my ape-ish thought.

They will evolve into smooth white gods.
I will sit here and scratch

my smooth blue ass.

Jaded bitch poems rule. I've been thinking about that Daphne Gottlieb one that I put up a few entries ago. She's wonderful.

God, sabbatical feels great. Last night, I talked with the first girl i've ever dated (Sherry) because we're still friends. We really have hardly anything in common other than we're both gay and like to rebel against the patriarchy, but it's still good to talk to her every now and then. I guess it's sort of ironic that the first psycho I started the journey with is still my friend. I think she was probably the least psychotic out of all of them.

Yesterday she had a fivesome.

Um, yeah. Don't ask me why, don't ask me how. I've quit trying to figure THAT one out, honey. Thank God I didn't kiss that mouth of hers when we dated, who knows where it's been, especially since she later admitted to going to sex clubs. Blah. Maybe I am just a prude, but a FIVESOME? I worry about her sometimes. I know she says that she's safe about things, but sex clubs just seem way too risky for me.

In other news, Stacey has an alcoholism problem and her roomie is moving out because she says she can't deal with it anymore. Stacey asked me if she had a problem and I told her that she just might; she gets drunk like 5/7 days a week and has passed out twice with no conscious memory of how she got home except that later her friends told her that they carried her there. She tells me, "It's just college, everybody drinks" but I told her that there is a difference from social drinking and passing out in random places with no recollection of what happened.

I felt bad, but since i'm PMSing I also went off on her. She started talking about how she didn't want a relationship and Sarah was bothering her, blah blah blah. I told her,
"Hey, have you ever told Sarah all out 'we are not girlfriends?'"
"Well...uh..no"
"Well, then do shut up. You're the type of girl that says 'I don't want a relationship' but you really do, and when you like someone you're mean to them. What's up with that?"
"Oh God...can't I just have 'friends with benefits?'"
"No, because people don't work that way. Neither do I."

I mean, i'm not ready to be, like, married, but I also don't want to be a vibrator that laughs at all of your jokes. Does this make me some sort of an extremist? Sherry told me, "Once I wanted a healthy, strong relationship like you did, and LOOK AT ME NOW! Fuck buddies are great, you'll learn to like them."

No thanks, no fivesomes for me.

And i'm still on sabbatical but certain girls make me giggle and squirm like a catholic schoolgirl. Actually, wtf, we all know i'll be off sabbatical as soon as a hot chick that isn't crazy wants to go on a date with me. Haha. Till then i'm just chillin' with Storm Florez's "The Pussyboy Chronicles."