nammy

Last night's party was really fun! Met a lot of really cool people and drank a lot of alcohol

Thanks to stewd for lending his place of residence, and to demiguage for getting things organized, and everyone else who was there for making it as good as it was (oh special thanks to mia for showing me her cleavage and jin for giving me a...
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Wire brush and bleach hadn't worked on the marble fireplace. But boys were made of softer stuff.
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The dazzle of light on black and white tile was relieved by glistening scrawls and blots of red, like handfuls of rubies thrown about. The boy was curled upon himself in the bathtub, trussed at the wrists and ankles and tightly round the skinny smooth thighs, his...
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It's all about timing.

I just had one of those dreams that's going to make me feel like complete shit for (at least) the rest of the day. The dream itself was wonderful, it's the waking up part and the realization that it was, in fact, only a dream that makes me want to die.

Isn't it funny how a series of minor screw-ups can...
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So I was looking at Linz's "Pointblank" set, and I found myself more interested in pinning down what make/model handgun she was toting than anything else.. how fucked up is that? There's an extremely attractive (and naked!) woman on screen and all I'm interested in is being anal about handgun models. Pretty soon I'll be printing out SG photos and taking them down to Home...
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promise your heart to the slut who last slept in your bed...

when it is done, you will have no one to run to.
no one to run to..
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Cold and indifferent.
Otherwise, adjust the attitude.
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In case you were wondering, I have absolutely no original thoughts. I seem only able to regurgitate already digested ideas.

"emotion has mass enough to bend parallel lines, even if they never meet."

i have not done a single constructive thing today. i feel like a complete waste of flesh. i'll have to make up for it tomorrow by actually leaving the house (!)

i keep reading complete strangers' journal postings and responding to them, i think it's becoming some kind of strange fetish.

also, someone on tv just said "i didnt ask for the anal probe"... i...
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glitch: nam is a man of many fruitless obsessions

by the way, i fucking love you glitch.

ah, a bottle of red wine, a laptop, and some good tunes.. what more could one ask for on a sunday evening? well.. i could probably think of quite a few things, but i'm trying to be optimistic here.

on a side note, any of you musicians out there ever had a chance to fuck around with an Access Virus C? I've started to get...
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I was sitting naked on my couch, peeling dead skin off of my lower lip and watching one of those surgery shows on TLC when I had an epiphany: I have a SuicideGirls membership now, I should take advantage of it. and so it begins.