kalischild

Dear GOD.

I need a job that is just a little less soulless.

Anyone?

I make a great gigolo...

Anyone?

I really feel as if I need to strategize a great deal right now. I've finally run up against a wall whose nevitability I've been in denial of.

I actually can't think of a single reason to live.

I've always been able to charm people, and create a kind of 'legend' of me.

A legend, more often than not, which is the opposite of reality....
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The end result of emotional austerity in a self-destructive person is usually nihilism in the truest sense of the word.

I like puppies and boobs.

You know what I really love about living in my neiborhood?

The screams.

The endless screams.

Cool.

Mission accomplished.

Making out-ness has been acheived.

New goal?

Making out with someone I don't have deep-seated issues with.

I presume that would be even MORE fun...

tick....tick....tick.....tick.....

Well.

(SUMMARY, or "What I did over the weekend, in vague prose")

One war over. And we're counting the dead. One casualty, one friend put to the test, one unanswered question.

I really should stay single for the rest of my life.

Then again, with pickup lines like "I promise not to touch you where you pee," I suppose I might not have that much...
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Great. Throw a cocktail party*, catch a cold.

This sucks.

Thank god for Netflix.

*where cocktail party=Giving five dollar blowjobs on Polk St. to pay off delinquent bar tabs.

This is very odd.

From gutter-punk/nomad, to living in S.F. hosting cocktails parties.

I wish you were here.

I'd make you a drink, and we'd make K'iung Fu noises, and have mad conversations.

And then maybe afterwards, you would be the last to leave, and we'd chat, and then tumble to the club.

FTW

Plans have changed.

Kung-Fu movies and green tea vodka martinis with little mandarin oranges instead of olives.

ME=DISCO GOD

Bondage-a-go-go has been closed for renovations, derailing my previous plans for drunken debauchery.

We shall now proceed with plan B:

Good Polish vodka, and Jet-Li kung-fu movie enjoyment.

This is all to cope with the fact that, as walking past a flower shop today, I suddenly realized:

I have no one to buy flowers for.

And if anyone has attempted to email me through my SG contact address recently, the incorrect email address was linked. This has been corrected, so any cutting commentary involving me drunkendly emailing you may be re-sent at this time.

Nice.

I would like ya'llz AIM ids, as I intend to stop leaving the house now, and I'll want people to keep me company.

That is all.