erin

what a strange feeling, to think that perhaps there are a hundred people, at any given time, inspecting you, analyzing the very flaws you would try to hide from them in a 'normal' situation, remarking to thier friend or coworker on the size and shape of the very bits and pieces that make you a sexual being...laughing at the funny bits.... taking this all into account and then tallying up your worth on a sliding scale of thier arousal.


i went to gwar the other night. the smell of collective B.O. on my clothing afterwards made me want to vomit.

for those that missed out.... dante's sinferno was a blast (for me). i got trashed, did a little jig, and smelled like shaving cream for two days. thanks to all the people that showed up to support.

somebody please email me!