I've always said Mormons had something in their doctrine (I have a book of Mormon, I should check) that required them to slaughter their ugly children in order to propogate a race of beautiful, talented if brainwashed people. Apparently I'm not the only one: this website is producing a calendar called "Men on a Mission," featuring bronzed, built ( Read more... )

The past couple nights my vivid and odd dreams have not failed to show up. The night I wrote my previous entry about Scott I had a rather graphic dream involving a lot of lip contact on a bed. I don't think it went much further, although I remember that when my sister burst into the room Scott at least was sans shirt. I believe we locked the door ( Read more... )

I was told today by an internet admirer that I "have a Ryan Phillippe look" about me.
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Hmm.

For some inexplicable reason I spent last night in Long Beach. That's not the point. This morning, decked out in scrungy traveling t-shirt and oversize shorts, overnight bag and admittedly fruity laptop case (not my fault...it was all Dad had!) in tow, I set out for the 10 or so block walk from my friend's place to the local train station. Now they ( Read more... )