poppystrike

Well. After a fantastic response to the boob collection, i'm trying to think of something else I can start to collect. Granted my comic collection is coming along nicely, but it's not so raw and risqu as boobs. It would be much easier to explain a collection of graphic story books than it would be an underlit glass cabinet full of breasts of all shapes and sizes sitting proudly in my bedroom.

I watched Bad Education last night. I love it. Specifically Gael Garcia Bernal. He is my perfect boy. I just need him to grow about 4 more inches.

I also broke in the rabbit last night (after a couple of hours of perving at Gael), and all I have to say is OH. MY. SWEET. MOTHER. OF. SULTANS. 3 minutes ladies. 3 MINUTES! I didn't even finish listening to the song I had on as soundtrack. Twas so good I used it again this morning .

Mommy had a quiet word with me about money last night. It appears the spoiled brat is reaching the limit. So i've had to cut Kristoph's visit short so I can pick up some extra bar shifts. Grrr. Anyone want to employ me? I'll do anything. Within reason. So long as it doesn't involve dirt (of the unsanitary kind).

I keep waking up early. This hasn't happened to me for months. I think i'm starting to feel a little better about everything. Still confused. Still messy in this little head of mine. Still unpredictable, tempremental and volatile. But I wouldn't be me if I weren't.

30th of March will make me very happy. For those that know why I give you a . For those that don't, just be happy for me and don't ask questions.

Happiness is just a gash away
When i open a familiar scar
Pain goes shooting like a star
Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far... xXx