because you didn't ask
I just whipped up a greasy spoon breakfeast for World War 4 johnny "big bite" deboer and myself. there is nothing like grease to get things moving along. waiting for brian to pick me up so we can go clean gutters out. i'm going to hold the ladder, it's not like i could do much if he falls. we'll do anything for money.
i'm hungover, chunky gave me a ride home last night, everyone could tell i was done. my body starts to shut down and i crumble. i have to say, my friends are a very interesting bunch, and mental the whole lot of them. so fun and funny and sweet but catty and bitchy and sincere and notsincere. multifaceted to the extreme. i was thinking about having some nude photographs done while i'm skinny and my hair is a big wavy afro. wouldn't you want to look back at yourself when your old and shriveled and decaying and say "that's what i used to look like" i'm all about the archives. a couple friends told me they've done it. if the pictures ever got out they would ruin my chances of being president. i'd like to know your thoughts on this. real feeback, not just "you're gay." alas, i was informed that the girl i had a crush on has a boyfriend. deep down, maybe i knew all along, but was just wishful thinking. still, she is a heavenly, quiet creature.
i think i may be going insane. a pep talk from stacey pulled me out of it for one day, then i fell back into it. "just one look, and i fell so hard" but anyway, she let me have it, she was like "what's wrong" and i was like, "do i look sad or something?" and i started rambling, and she gave it to me "your intellegient, good-looking, you have a great heart and your talented..." the whole thing, and i felt better. like yesterday, i was in harding's and this dumb frat guy gave me the most hateful look and it made me feel like shit. and then i was standing in line after a gay guy that was buying two packages of headcheese, and i get up to the cashier and when i was leaving she said "you have the prettiest eyes" and it made me feel better. well, i should get going because again, i'm in the middle of a big bike race.
yours
trevor
p.s. see "the proposition"
i'm hungover, chunky gave me a ride home last night, everyone could tell i was done. my body starts to shut down and i crumble. i have to say, my friends are a very interesting bunch, and mental the whole lot of them. so fun and funny and sweet but catty and bitchy and sincere and notsincere. multifaceted to the extreme. i was thinking about having some nude photographs done while i'm skinny and my hair is a big wavy afro. wouldn't you want to look back at yourself when your old and shriveled and decaying and say "that's what i used to look like" i'm all about the archives. a couple friends told me they've done it. if the pictures ever got out they would ruin my chances of being president. i'd like to know your thoughts on this. real feeback, not just "you're gay." alas, i was informed that the girl i had a crush on has a boyfriend. deep down, maybe i knew all along, but was just wishful thinking. still, she is a heavenly, quiet creature.
i think i may be going insane. a pep talk from stacey pulled me out of it for one day, then i fell back into it. "just one look, and i fell so hard" but anyway, she let me have it, she was like "what's wrong" and i was like, "do i look sad or something?" and i started rambling, and she gave it to me "your intellegient, good-looking, you have a great heart and your talented..." the whole thing, and i felt better. like yesterday, i was in harding's and this dumb frat guy gave me the most hateful look and it made me feel like shit. and then i was standing in line after a gay guy that was buying two packages of headcheese, and i get up to the cashier and when i was leaving she said "you have the prettiest eyes" and it made me feel better. well, i should get going because again, i'm in the middle of a big bike race.
yours
trevor
p.s. see "the proposition"