Tuesday, June 20, 2006
DAY TWENTY-FIVE OF HOLIDAYS

it was unexpected. it seemed to pop out at me from beauty magazines i never saw much sense in reading. i was never a follower. nor a trend setter. i see life size barbies with painted nails and perfect hair. and many clothes whose fabrics i wished i could feel slip thru my fingers. and suddenly up pops a paper jack-in-the-box when i turn the page over. paper cut. and the pain lingers.

this is so real. this is real. you believe me when i say that you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

broken dates. pah. i zonked on bus rides to and fro. silent hill was some awesome. if you forgo the ending. it left me hanging. and i hate that. uncertainty brings about such terrible emotions. crinkly plastic bags and crispy crisps made me rawrr. salty buttered popcorns and cheesy nachos are there for a reason. young kids should be shot and have cheese sausages stuck up their noses.

yet my fetish for young young boys has not faltered. bodies pressing. sweat pouring. lights flashing. smoke. oh the smoke. pounding beats. pounding rhythms. pounding feet.

pounding heart when i see you smile.

i studied.

...

you hurt me so.

5 days left and counting.

HAPPY TWENTIEH NAVEEEEEEN! (: HOPE YOU STAY CRAZILY SANE AS ALWAYS. AND PLEASE REMEMBER YOUR IC THE NEXT TIME YOU CLUB (: KISSES. AND PLEASE CONT BEING A MISOGYNIST. WOMEN ARE STUPID ((:

riahh ranted at 10:13:00 PM