please excuse me from being late, i have explosive diarrhea...
i finally found a new job. i am now a proud employee of Kodak... i'll be taking photos of guests at Raging Waters over in San Dimas. it'll be a great summer, especially since there'll be a considerable amount of EYE CANDY at the park. i'm still doing the Coldstone thing though. ice cream.... tip tip hooray... i guess.
i've recently finished the complete Full Metal Alchemist series. damn, what a great show. it was only 51 episodes, but it was hella good. shit, i said hella again...
i'm horrible at planning parties. my b~day's in three weeks and i still don't feel that i have invited that many people, and i don't have a sufficient stock of alcohol.... damn. it's all good. the last minute partays are the ones that turn out the greatest... or not.
i got to dye my friend's hair the other day. besides being all patchy, i think i did a pretty decent job. i think it's funny how much that kid's changed. he went from dirty white-washed mexican to a trendy-ass clean shaven prep with highlights. if i didn't know any better, i'd have mistaken him for a homo. i still love him though.
i've got a thing for a guy who seems to have a thing for me too. but the vibes that i get from him are odd. we see each other pretty much everyday, and all i seem to say is hey, what's up. ohh, for just one chance to hit that. i'd give a nut, or two.
speaking of wanting to have sex... my ex, the really really really hot ex, called me the other day. that's all i have to say about that.
there are days i know, i just know that god or whatever the hell is out there, is playing a really really mean trick on me. everytime i come across something/someone good, there's a catch. i find a great job, that pays shit. i find a great man, and great sex, but he's involved with a woman. i find half of a five dollar bill in my laundry, but it's just half!!!
errr. my life is full of it. not the it that people say they're full of. but the it that stinks ten million times worse: a bigfoot's severed dick in a diaper with Indian food covered in burning pubic hair. yea, it's that bad.
enough of the ranting. just sleep with me already goddammit.
~bo stevens, horndog
i've recently finished the complete Full Metal Alchemist series. damn, what a great show. it was only 51 episodes, but it was hella good. shit, i said hella again...
i'm horrible at planning parties. my b~day's in three weeks and i still don't feel that i have invited that many people, and i don't have a sufficient stock of alcohol.... damn. it's all good. the last minute partays are the ones that turn out the greatest... or not.
i got to dye my friend's hair the other day. besides being all patchy, i think i did a pretty decent job. i think it's funny how much that kid's changed. he went from dirty white-washed mexican to a trendy-ass clean shaven prep with highlights. if i didn't know any better, i'd have mistaken him for a homo. i still love him though.
i've got a thing for a guy who seems to have a thing for me too. but the vibes that i get from him are odd. we see each other pretty much everyday, and all i seem to say is hey, what's up. ohh, for just one chance to hit that. i'd give a nut, or two.
speaking of wanting to have sex... my ex, the really really really hot ex, called me the other day. that's all i have to say about that.
there are days i know, i just know that god or whatever the hell is out there, is playing a really really mean trick on me. everytime i come across something/someone good, there's a catch. i find a great job, that pays shit. i find a great man, and great sex, but he's involved with a woman. i find half of a five dollar bill in my laundry, but it's just half!!!
errr. my life is full of it. not the it that people say they're full of. but the it that stinks ten million times worse: a bigfoot's severed dick in a diaper with Indian food covered in burning pubic hair. yea, it's that bad.
enough of the ranting. just sleep with me already goddammit.
~bo stevens, horndog