February 14th, 2004

13x

every sentence is a pretext for sexsexsexsex

I fell asleep last night (Friday) at about 9:00. I was watching Friday Night Stand-Up on Comedy Central, but Wanda Sykes bored me to sleep. I slept until about 2:00 AM, when I changed, turned the computer off, and went back to bed.

My day was... boring. Nothing really happened. I have nothing much to talk about.

I got a few CDs from Borders (Nellie McKay - Get Away From Me; Kylie Minogue - Body Language; Manau - Fest Noz de Paname; Kylie Minogue - Slow [single]). And I'm listening to them and attempting not to strangle my parents.

I'm wearing black today, in honor of Valentine's Day. Actually, it's not so much that I dislike this day, I just think that it's sort of stupid. Why celebrate love one day a year when you can celebrate it every day?

I came home from Borders and discovered that my fly was open. Oops. Nobody noticed (well, there was a guy who was checking me out [or, er, just staring at my crotch] at Borders, so that might be why), so I think I am glad that the shirt I've worn today is long enough to cover any, er, peekage. You know.

mr. copulatin' populatin' masturbatin' denigratin'
birth of a nation instigatin' violator of my escape
but hey hey hey, that ain't nothin' to do with you
you're a sensitive joe, i'm forgettin'
but every woman knows
it's a pose
  • Current Music
    Nellie McKay - Really