| dewy decimal |
2003-03-29 - 12:59 p.m.
what a week it has been and i have all the paper cuts neck aches general malaise to witness on my behalf. but don't get me wrong, i'm not complaining, no sir/maam. i am actually pretty happy right now, but i can guarantee that it won't last any longer than a bump of cocaine. am i wrong for perferring to work an 8 hour day versus the fleeting four that i'm used to?
last night i decided that i was going to go out and have sex to counter the stress of producing an alternative press. with everet in seattle, jeff in the city by the gay, keoni on the big ass island, david in salty cum lake utah and twan at home, i didn't have my usual homeslices to pooch with. so i hung out with chris and marco instead. big ups to chris..good lookin out, son. met a cute guy from the city of york (new style for all those bitchez who don't know). practiced my game which is equivalent to getting really drunk. we kicked the shit for a little while till a predictably handsome boy came and started talking to him. blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic build, personable. a white flag quietly emerges. but i do get his digits yo. will our hero call the ny cell number scribbled losely on neon pink post it? "jared 1-900-USA NAILS" the hero deliberates. anxiety and apathy arm wrestle for a brief moment till they decide on shaking on it instead. only time will tell. suffice it to say that no sex was generated.
on a side note isn't this guys' ass so fucking splendid, right? (don't you agree david? starfruit surfridable. for serious)
