well. that's enough of that, then.

add it. or not. you know the drill.

I'm sure some one has said this before: being alone is only fun when you have an audience ( Read more... )

hah! never thought I'd get the little one drunk. that was highly worth it.

p.s. happy not quite valentines

I love our organist. He's this excessively gay man who stands in front of us, waving his arms and shaking his hips wildly, shouting, "altos, I need more sexy! sing like your parents aren't in the room! I said SEXIER ( Read more... )

ANGST!

Snapshots

Ever since High School, this girl started appearing in my photographs. I'd take a picture of a park bench and she'd be there, feeding popcorn to the pigeons. I'd take a picture of the shower and she'd be peeking out from behind the curtain, giggling.
    This girl, there's no one else like her. After a while, people started to notice ( Read more... )

my goodness, the homohop is next saturday! let's bring people. (meg, no exuses now)

Past five in the morning, I wrote, Listen: the problem with time is that it keeps repeating itself.

I used to think that I could fall in love just once and that would be that. (are you my soulmate? “No,” said the cow, “I am a cow.”) But then I started falling in love again without falling out of love in the first place.

I'd fall for friends of ( Read more... )

Rocky. 11:30 tomorrow at the Bloor cinema. you, me, garters. who's in?

EDIT: Goddamnit! My parents aren't going out of town anymore, and I've got caught way too many times sneaking in late. There goes my weekend.

oil paints are embedded in my fingernails, the pads of my thumbs. I painted my nose pistachio by mistake, and now I can't get rid of that freshly-decayed smell ( Read more... )