Talked to boy last night. I fully involved him in my plans to overthrow Princeling Bush: he’s my minister of gooey things. I don’t know exactly what that entails, but I guess we’ll find out in a bit. We spoke of former loves, what we want about life, etc. He had a relationship a few years ago that went sour in a bad way (lover cheated on him at a rave). I get really liquidy when I talk to him. It’s like I’m in love or something. Ew…..

It’s 12:53 and I’m still not awake. Garg.

I told him to fuck me
While we listened to Fox News.
I want to be fisted over
The voice of Bill O’Reilly.
They talk of their wars with
Arabmen, Liberals, Faggots.
I’m here with clothespins on my scrotum.

The boy called me last night which surprised me a little. I think he’s taking this thing a bit too seriously. For one, we don’t know each other very well. All I really know is that he’s a yummy kisser and he bites. But I don’t know. He wants to meet for coffee so I told him this weekend. I gots no cash right now. And this boy makes me blush saying things like my voice is sexy. It’s confirmed that this mofo is demented. So maybe it will work out?

I did some socializing last night. One of Madd’s art-school friends Christine had a birthday yesterday, so we went to Farmer’s Market and experience their karaoke night. Since I didn’t know any of Christine’s friends I decided to be calm for the evening. I gave up about half an hour into it and just talked and talked and talked. Then Madd and I trekked on over to WeHo where I proceeded to exchange digits and some saliva with a boy. It’s odd because he’s such a prettyboy. Hmmm… I think I’m losing it. Feh.

BTW, I made grilled chicken topped with sauteed onions and garlic and couscous with pine nuts and garlic. Mmm Mmm Good.

An hour and a half left and I wanna go home now!!!!!!! Fuck.

To-Do List for the weekend:

You Are a Blowjob
Queen!

You are a Blowjob Queen.
That’s right – you are a
total blowjob master.
You give the best blowjobs in town.
In fact,
you could be considered a modern Linda Lovelace.
Your reputation
preceeds you, but that’s okay.
Men shower you with gifts to get close to
those lips.

I wonder what the gay scene is like in Kabul. Just wonderin’.

It’s FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!

Be free little pop tart! *throws baby off of cliff*

I have no plans for this weekend. I might finish this one painting I started. I should really start scanning them and showing y’all what’s up. Not that they’re any good, but they will serve more purpose that way rather than sitting in my room. I’m thinking about trying to catch a show this weekend if I see anything interesting. But besides that, it will be peaceful.