Thursday

380.

things are happening. 
my blood is back to flowing, boner back to growing. last night? 
not a fashion show. but, hey? going out is going out and gettin' seen is what it's all about.

last night... mmm hmmm. i saw nev, which never happens. he is so hot. talk about a dream boy. 
bowie practice was just about a BLAST. time of my life. greatest greatness. next week, AGAIN plus a wednesday night back up singer's practice. i love erin. last night i said, "this is it now, i'm going to be a rockstar" and she said, "finally, it's about time". DADDY, I WANT TO SING.
boys? oh the boys. i've been uppin' my creep. i'll spill, all at once. but not THIS once.
rhyme time, brother fucks. i go crazy, you know. i do things i wouldn't even do.
for now, have this and a mouth fulla my love.

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