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2003-01-13 - 11:35 p.m. we are programmed to receive - the eagles i had written an entry earlier today, like at 11:30, and i lost it. i know how, but not how to explain it. by the time i had written that entry i had already been out shopping with "the artist". mando is coming to take him to san diego this weekend. his parents don't know that mando is his boyfriend, just that he's moving in with him as a friend. i'm not even getting into any of that. not my place, not my business. i mean, i love them both, but, there's a line that one just can't cross. anyway, i was rudely awakened by matt poking at me for a quickie, and afterwards, i couldn't get back to sleep. that's when i decided to call "the artist". we had a nice breakfast, good conversation, then we hit the thrift shops on main st. in ventura. i scored some vaguely rockin' sunglasses, a brown stripy tie, a tshirt that will look pretty hot once i cut the sleeves off, a western shirt with those gold thread highlights. very urban cowboy discoliscious. i got matt some levis, and a shirt. i did good. i got home, and started looking at the sunday sale papers, and i got mildly annoyed cuz i saw that the ravonettes cd is like 5 bucks at best buy, and i so could've picked it up today. oh well. i sorta hate having mondays off, but, at the same time i love any day off, you know? matt got home from work with 3 bags of nestle kisses. those are his downfall. i was like, "3 bags? damn", "they were on sale at kmart. 89 cents a bag. what was i supposed to do?" he had a point. so, here i am eating kisses while he sleeps. i cleaned his neck, and sideburns up with my clippers after dinner. i don't know why, but that's such a turn on for me. to cut his hair. he's like in his boxers, and we're close. i always kiss his neck before i actually start, or else i'd have a mouth full of hair. then, we hop in the shower, and that leads to sex. he's sexy as hell. but, whatever. oh my god. what's up with pete townshend? did i spell his last name right? anyway, so he's a kiddie porn fan too, huh? along with paul reubens, the ferris bueller principal, r. kelley, numerous catholic priests, and i don't care what anybody says...michael jackson. he's denying it, but, like who wouldn't? what the fuck is wrong with these...and i use the term loosely..."men"? jesus. well, where do i go from there? goodnight... |
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