> Deadstar Assembly – Send Me An Angel
> Monster Magnet – Space Lord
> Marilyn Manson – Born Again
> Garbage – Temptation Waits
> Elastica – Annie
I’m kind of bored, I just woke up (it’s 2:38). I’m talking to Jon. It’s weird, when I have a boyfriend he’s single and when I’m single he has a boyfriend. I’m showing him my website. I wonder what he’ll think of it. I’m logging on to xy to see his picture again. Actually, I’m mostly editing my profile to point to my new web site. I need to do that on Mogenic too. I’ve met some really cool people on xy. I think I met Jeff off of xy. Oh, and I should update my picture too. Hm.
Me and Jon’s conversation is dead, we never really have anything to talk about except for sexual anecdotes. I’m asking him if he’s had sex with his bf. OMG he hasn’t had sex with him. It’s one of those sham relationships. Glorious. I never thought he was that naive. Hm. I kind of have to go to the bathroom, but this is quite entertaining. Lol, “We will do it, but it’s only been a week.” How freaking lame. I would say that the basis of relationships is mutual trust and all that BS but the truth is that it’s sexual attraction that is the basis for relationships, at least in my book. Eek, Space Lord is on! I love that song. Monster Magnet is my god. That reminds me of something. There was a Monster Magnet album in my uncle Gary’s study. Later that trip, I wanted someone to go with me to the Manson concert that was in that city, and they were all “No, that’s too WEIRD. Twiggy Ramirez, the bassist for Manson at that period, is friends with the lead singer of Monster Magnet. He was even in one of their videos (the video for Space Lord). So screw you Gary, you hypocrite. OH GOD, this is one of the best lines of bullshit I’ve ever been privvy to:
dariusofthedark: so..have you had sex with your bf?
TrySomethingWild: no
dariusofthedark: why not
TrySomethingWild: bc that’s not what i’m after in a relationship, and neither is he
TrySomethingWild: we will do it, but it’s only been a week
dariusofthedark: ah
dariusofthedark: so you’ve only like, made out
TrySomethingWild: plus, i’m getting over my cold, and i don’t want to be sick during sex. i want to be able be at my best
TrySomethingWild: no, he’s not aggressive like that. when we kiss it’s w/ passion
dariusofthedark: ah
PASSION? PASSION? I’m about to have a bullshit-gasm. I’m almost as entertained as when I was watching those guys on cam last night. Oh god, this is great:
TrySomethingWild: it’s a great feeling, and i don’t want to destroy that w/ sexual feelings each time. it’s bad and embarrassing enough that i get a hard-on when we kiss, or when he’s close to me, as in like while he’s holding me and kissing me
GOD FORBID YOU’D GET A HARD-ON KISSING YOUR BOYFRIEND! This is better than TV. Actually this should be televised. Next on NaiveTV: “Jon: the kid that thinks that relationships don’t involve sex.” And after that: “Liz: the girl that couldn’t think.”
I’m bored with him. Back to my profile. Damn, I don’t have my new profile pic. I could get it off the Net, but that would take a crapload of time. My internet connection is INEXORABLY slow. Well, at least there’s a silver lining to this cloud. When his boyfriend breaks up with him, he’ll probably be all desparate. Two words: pity fuck. Lol, not really. With the lights out I’m sure he’d be quite attractive. Not even lights out, maybe candle-light. One candle. Something like that.
OW! I just stretched and my back snapped like a pretzel. Well, it didn’t snap, but it still felt like someone impaled my spine with an ice-pick. Hm. I can’t think of anything else to say to Jon. Oh, I’m browsing profiles and I just hit the profile of this one guy I used to talk to who convinced me to get my kilt. I should so talk to him again. I forget what his username was.
Hmm…oh, my Blogger profile says I’m really close to 200,000 words! I’m going to have a celebration when I get to 200,000. Oh cool, I remember his IM username. He’s on my list. He hasn’t been online in a while. My picture is so old, I need to change it. I look like a twelve-year-old boy. Oh god, today I thought I saw that freak Starr, but it was just this girl from the high school. I’m so glad Starr has dark skin, I can pick her out of the crowd better. I think if there were one reason for me to turn racist, it would be her. That girl is so crazy. I think she moved to Eureka or something. Eww, Jon has the most revolting picture on his profile. He used to have a better one. But I guess I have a revolting picture on my profile too. Well, when I develop the film I developed last photography class (a bunch of strange self-portraits) I’ll have some cool pictures of myself. I need a damn tripod that moves in three dimensions instead of just one. I can only take landscape shots with it, I can’t turn he camera on its’ side. Lame. But I was able to get some shots that would have been difficult without it. I want to get up and look at those negatives, but that would involve getting out of my nice warm comfortable bed. Hm. I’m getting up. Actually, I have to go to the bathroom so I’m going to do two things at once. I’m back, looking at those negatives. Wow, I got some really good shots. I can’t wait to make prints of them. Oh, this is classic:
TrySomethingWild: well, i’m tired, and i need to get some sleep. it’s been a long day, and I miss my Zeb. going to sleep will make time go by faster, and that way I can see him sooner. so I’ll talk to you later. nightly night
Is he three years old? How sad. It would be even sadder if they lasted a long time. I hope I’m right. Well, if Oscar Wilde says that the shallow know themselves, perhaps the shallow can know each other too. Sad. I think with intelligence comes the difference between characters in books and people in real life. Real, intelligent people cannot be characters in books. People are too complex to generalize their motives like that. Shallow people, on the other hand, I think can be easily transferred to print. I really want to take Molly’s creative writing class, because I want to start writing novels. Poop. I’m never going to do what I want. I am going to call the clinic tomorrow and set up an appointment. I’ve been wallowing in self-pity too long. I need to get that shit checked out. HOLY CRAP, one of my pictures just fell off the wall. Scary. Oh, woke out of this strange dream to this beeping sound, which I later identified as my phone. I don’t know why it was beeping, but I pushed the “end call” button and put it pack on the charger and it stopped beeping. Weird. Well, I think I’m going to read some lesbian celebrity fantasy porn stories at nifty.org. It’s sad, the things I stoop to for entertainment. The stories about Britney Spears are the best. If you want to be disturbed, go to the gay section and click on ‘celebrity.’ There are literally millions of them about the Lord Of The Rings characters. Scary shit. Well, I’m off to search the web for entertainment.
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