Sunday, May 14, 2006


found screen-name of the day:

woke up today with perfect emo-hair -- floppy bangs over one eye, the rest sticking up at odd, artfaggy angles. i've also not had any solid food for the past 2 days so i have that vaguely hollow, angst-deluxe look about the eyes too.

had an anticlimatic, 'we're both having sex with other people so let's just be friends' breakup with my (well, mine no longer) country boy who came by for a visit a couple of days ago. this time around i took him to a dive bar on the edge of junkietown for $2 pints & introduced him to the dubious fun that is errol flynn on dvd. he brings me 3 bottles of chartreuse & doesn't even get to shag me...

i'm semi-seriously debating whether or not to give catchy epithets to my current lovers & record some of their antics here too, to give my narrative some semblance of continuity as opposed to what probably seems like random encounters with penii. trouble is, how does one simplify, package, & market a yoga-y health nut who dresses like indiana jones or a piratical, chain-smoking part time drug dealer?

'tourniquet' - rasputina
'i'm in love with dusty springfield' - jayne county
'death or glory' - the clash


At 6:51 a.m., May 15, 2006, Blogger Jege (Jen) said...

Bring on the epithets!!! Nothing is more satisfying and funny than blogcatharsis about penii of the past....

Also, I just love "death or glory" by the clash....esp. the part that goes "he who fucks nuns will later join the church..."


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