gayballs

I don't flick needles like my sick friend
I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend
I don't frequent church steeples on the weekend
And I don't comment if you formulate a weak zen.

ahh... home alone. naked, chatting online, blasting Aesop Rock.
today was not my day. I'm glad i'm alone.



I'm proud of my girlfriend. She manages a bookstore. Bill Clinton will be doing a signing at her shop tomorrow. she'll be up at 5 and standing next to him from 8-11AM while he smiles and signs books and shakes hands and tries to fuck her.
I told her it'd be okay. It'd be a good story. She just can't enjoy it.

Clinton has his specifications (I'm serious). While he signs books he's requested that Motown play over the loudspeakers. Also he's asked for sandwiches for himself and all of his secret service dudes. And he wants a lot of diet (canned) pepsi.
That's what he asks from the bookstore.

She's stressed out and pulling her hair out right now.
But there's a weekend coming up, thankfully.