escalating

why oh why would you ever not want to be a dirty boy. the soul is in the dirt, baby. the passion is in the filth. the groove, the punk, the funk, and the shakin-extra powerful-highly secretive-zing of all zings. that too, is in the dirt.

sittin' here at home. staring at a glowing box. feeling totally retarded. you know, some of my favourite ladies on this site came to say hello to you in previous journals. i certainly hope you said hi back. you should request a few more friends. and more importantly, you should pick your 5 favourite sexys. you can do that through your user preferences. with no girls picked, and my funny mug singin' out beside yer hottie profile picture, it makes you look like a homosexual. a homo with exquisite taste, no doubt, but still a homo.

shit, maybe you are gay! are you gay? it's okay, i'll still be your friend.

go check this girls journal. motorcycle accident badness

rachel