Mishima feverishly gnaws at my neck and earlobe, mumbling his mercilessly lascivious hate as he claws my back until I am sure there will be blood. This is what Mishima is all about because he is a business man, that is, he is all business. “I suppose we both got what we wanted out of that” is what I guess he is saying after we have both cum and he ( Read more... )

Sometimes when I wake up to three spiders crawling on my shirtless torso, my shrill and girlish shrieks do no justice to the terror and disgust which grips me. I am still screaming and do not know when(if ever)I will stop.

I have no internet at the apartment. Let's hear a cheer for the wireless cafe ( Read more... )

Where do the short boys go to buy shirts? Ones that don't hang below my badonkadonk, thank you very much ( Read more... )

I'm signing my lease tomorrow morning and taking off to Somerville in August. Fenway, it's been real (lame).
Goodbye to all the bitches at Simmons, Emmanuel and BU. Goodbye to wading through crowds of drunk people from westen mass in town to see the sox at fenway pahk, goodbye dirty sidewalk and overpriced rent and outdoor T stop. Hello Davis

Christ on a crutch, I really screwed up my back at work by lifting too many heavy boxes of "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek" by Annie Dillard and "To Have and to Hold" by Jane Green. Who want to come punch me in the kidneys(preferably before the point at which I'll be peeing blood the next day)? Ow my lower lumbar.

The homeless man who lives next to the walkway on my street persists in jumping out from behind the bushes and yelling at me. One of these nights he's going to get too close and I'll rake his face with my keys, which I keep clenched in my fist for such occasions as when I walk home from the T at night. Kenmore/Fenway gets low marks in my book ( Read more... )

Children need to be quarantined from the rest of society, because they are loud and gross. And I need to be quarantined from the rest of society, because I really am a miserable sonofabitch. At least I am making money now and attempting to branch out and do stuff. Like, stuff. I got a 4.0 because I work hard and because EC is not a very ( Read more... )

Ok I made this huge post about the etymology of "Lost" but the dorkiness factor is too great for cyberspace. Meaning, I don't like to let on how lame I really am.

But I saved it, so email me if you want to see this shit.

I'm reading Valencia by Michelle Tea and I hate that I like it. I'm really torn, because even though she admits her vulnerabilities about fitting into the mission hill punk dyke scene, you can still tell how awesome and interesting she thinks she is. So I don't know. I like it no matter what. Why did I go to college? Oh yeah, because I'm ( Read more... )