My eyes! My eyes!

God, I've got to post more because their picture of Aryan beauty is hurting my eyes.

Never felt so good in my life.

I just discovered the girl who replaced me.



God bless irony and Gian's penchant for scrawny blonds. I tried to break him of the habit, but you can't change genes. May their children of the damned be male children of the damned.

*gloat gloat gloat*

Cigars, cigarettes, kidneys?

There's nothing like the post-holiday season for reflecting on your life, happiness, and how much you could possibly get for an egg or a kidney on the black market.

*Sigh* Oh, the wish to be independently wealthy. Or at least have a sugar daddy.

Merry "Xmas"!

"People are so worried about offending the minority, they go ahead and offend the majority, who are Christians."

Well bah-humbug, Unca Scrooge.

Just for those of the majority, I say.....



Happy Holidays! I'll be thinking of you when I wear my "Christian" colors of red and green, decorating my Charlie Brown tree, and singing the Dreidel song.

Loving somebody, only it isn't mine.

Why does gazing at old photos of an old crush still make me feel good? Is it the daydreaming of what could have been or is it that he's still so cute?

Sigh. Boredom does wonders for the imagination.