Queers and Rears
"Wah Wah Wah, angst angst angst." -- Me, all of today.
Seriously, I've been ridiculous. I was waiting for someone to slap me.
Luckily, Metamorphoses dispersed all of the "Wah, I have no purpose" feelings.
Nothing like Joey Pelletier to brighten your day.
So, Josh the zoologist/model/writer/chef sent me a Myspace message.
Why the fuck am I not 18?
Why the fuck didn't Catherine/Carolyne JUMP on that?
Why the fuck are they attracted to... the men they're attracted to?
Why the fuck am I asking you?
Speaking of rhetorical questions.
QUESTION: When am I going to grow some nads?
ANSWER: Never!
QUESTION: When am I going to get laid next?
ANSWER: Never! Or when my feramones kick in again.
Today Dave told me that 18 yearold boys are too old for me.
Boston Theatre Works is actually going down the shitter, apparently.
They've got NO money, period.
Sucks. Jason Southerland is an amazing guy.
Well this was a whole lot of nothing.
Seriously, I've been ridiculous. I was waiting for someone to slap me.
Luckily, Metamorphoses dispersed all of the "Wah, I have no purpose" feelings.
Nothing like Joey Pelletier to brighten your day.
So, Josh the zoologist/model/writer/chef sent me a Myspace message.
Why the fuck am I not 18?
Why the fuck didn't Catherine/Carolyne JUMP on that?
Why the fuck are they attracted to... the men they're attracted to?
Why the fuck am I asking you?
Speaking of rhetorical questions.
QUESTION: When am I going to grow some nads?
ANSWER: Never!
QUESTION: When am I going to get laid next?
ANSWER: Never! Or when my feramones kick in again.
Today Dave told me that 18 yearold boys are too old for me.
Boston Theatre Works is actually going down the shitter, apparently.
They've got NO money, period.
Sucks. Jason Southerland is an amazing guy.
Well this was a whole lot of nothing.