the men in my life, my life in my men
Since coming back (with a vengeance, heehee) to my livejournal, I haven't really talked about my love life any. So here goes. A quick summary. I had a short, torrid but sweet affair with pro skater Tony Hawk a few months ago. He said he would marry me after the Olympics in Athens, Rome. But in the end, he went back to his wife. I was very sad for awhile, but a week later, at this concert, I met this poet-writer-artist-musician-activist guy named Chai. He had written a song about "Full House" while he was in college, before they made him drop out. The song was about how "Full House" seemed to be always on when he turned on the TV, regardless of what time it was. I didn't really get the song, but Chai was awesome. We were lovers for a couple months. We soared across the Horsehead Nebula together. We composed music using nothing but the bodies we were given. He was able to bring me to new heights of ecstacy that I didn't know existed. But he broke up with me after I turned him into the Feds. I got the $2000 bounty, so that sweet. If you're reading this, Chai... I used to eat corndogs *all the time*. I kept them in a secret compartment in my closet and you had no idea. Ha ha!
Since Chai, I haven't really dated anyone seriously. I had some fun with a couple of stalkers, but that's all really. As what's her face says in that movie I can't remember, "Where are all the good men dead, in the heart or in the head?"
Since Chai, I haven't really dated anyone seriously. I had some fun with a couple of stalkers, but that's all really. As what's her face says in that movie I can't remember, "Where are all the good men dead, in the heart or in the head?"