2003-06-20 - 2:40 p.m.
carry on, my wayward son
you weren't man enough to satisfy me - divine hey i'm feeling more normal today. the vacation hangover has worn off some. matt and i hit the gym, had breakfast at our favorite diner, and did a little shopping. nothing fun, just like household stuff. love is...buying toilet bowl disinfectant. i've been re-reading armistead maupin's tales of the city series. i'm on book 5, signifcant others. if you haven't read these, do. they are perfect for summer. i'm debating on seeing "hollywood homicide". i hear it blows, but speaking of blowing, it's got josh hartnett. we like josh. still, is that enough reason to see a bad movie? i've done more for less. oh, the cute guy who works at the gym talked to me today (pause for squealing like a trl audience member). actually, all he said was, "hey, how's it going?", BUT it was the WAY he said it. i'm a dork. although, as matt so annoyingly pointed out, "he's never told ME anything". his buttocks are sublime (seinfeld). we've been getting into food lately. like in bed. licking whipped cream off your boyfriends balls is...neat. yeah, neat. don't worry... it was totally low fat whipped cream. later
-take it / leave it-
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