slightgeist

somos amigos? excelente. un beso.

(sono abbastanza timida. non proprio timida, ma quasi. non mi fido degli sconosciuti.)


And so... like, so, like, so I'm so fucking hooked on these Kasugai gummy candies that it's fucking me up. Personally, I've always favored the Japanese bottlecap candy - a kind of round giant Pez in a plastic tube - but then I had some drinks with...
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The sun is shining. I'm knee-deep in reading. My body is throbbing. Every time I wake up, I hear the name 'Falluja' on NPR. I've been eating red meat and sashimi. I have rug burns again. I'm gaining some flexibility. My mind is tired.

Had a great date last night. No bruising. No retardation.

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edit #1 - greeneyez new pic is freaking me out.

#2 - I just exhaled everything I was thinking into my blog, included a few SG pictures I've been thinking about. I'm working on the motime/SG crossover.

#3 - I've alienated anteau, and he has every right to be extremely angry with me.

#4...
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I have an inborn knack for aggravating people. I'm hardwired to frustrate. Not on purpose - I just breathe and blink and it's done. 99% of my time is spent doing damage control.

It usually involves my phone. I'm not a phone person. I have the tendency to leave it in the bottom of my bag and forget about it. And so...

Most of my...
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I've been eating Red Hots. According to the label, they're called "cinnamon imperials" but I remember them as Red Hots. My tongue is on fire. Seems like it has potential for sex tricks, but I usually try to keep my sex and my candy separate.

Of course, I'm still unclear on the 'friends' concept. But having it - them - you - visualized in front of me, it's making me think I have some man-issues. I need some chicks. I need to go trolling for chicks. This site is a veritable treasure trove of chicks, and I've got nothing.

But it's weird. I feel like a collector, when I really...
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Sunshine everywhere. The neighborhood is ultrabright with all this light.

I just wandered home from a tangled evening with a photographer. He wants to take a series of photos of me. And so, if he does, if I let him, and if he does, I'll slip them in here. Somehow it seems appropriate.

I'm such a voyeur. And a budding exhibitionist.

I'm going through a phase now where I want to cultivate all my vices....
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Sugar.

Fuck it. Should I just refer you to my blog? That would be cheating, I think. But then, this is becoming very high maintenance - like unleashing everything in the brain to one friend, and then, by the time the next friend comes around, there's nothing more to say.

I need to consolidate. mariemarionette.motime.com

My throat is sore, and I've got a fucking mark on...
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I like growing up. Sex gets more intense. People get smarter. Edgier. Life seems to sharpen people up. They get tastier.

I'm going to a loft party tomorrow night. I've got an appetite to get lost in the blur.

A slow breath. I've had a surreal night - a nice night - the kind of night that leaves you feeling a little flushed. He knows what he's doing (I admire a little experience), and he knows my weaknesses (my nape, my throat, my shoulders). In fact, I don't know if anyone knows my weaknesses as intimately as he does. Which, to me, is surreal....
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