| dewy decimal |
2003-04-30 - 1:41 p.m.
I am hung over. Last night was another uninspiring, self effacing demonstration on how gay men are drawn to the most typically hot and unequivocally boring alpha male. Ants are walking and feasting on a dead gecko outside of my front door. This is an analogy, son. Me, I'll take a skinny, faggy, punk boy over an alpha male anyday. Word ta ya momz.