ohmeohmy

i file love affairs by the fragrance i was wearing at the time.

i switch perfumes and genders like mad. at least twice yearly. it keeps things interesting.

current memory: dolce & gabbana pour homme, on me. hypnotic poison on her. spring in new orleans. zebra painted hotel rooms with gold headboards.

would you toss a safe & comfortable relationship for intense chemistry & passion?

is there ever one with both?

razor blades, or overdose?

find me a scruffy vincent gallo type boy to make out with, stat. mmm. chin burn.

...but what if it's all bullshit?

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now accepting applications

intense desire to move to NYC --

advice, tips, thoughts on the city, apartment hunting guidance, donations, large houses, etc welcomed!!

i would like to go to grad school, start a clothing line, and not be ass poor. too much to ask? who knows.

Yeah...I always carry this much shit in my bag. You never know when you may have to jam.

i don't want to learn your fucking lesson!

what you're looking for isn't where you're looking.