Friday, January 27, 2006
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LESBIANS!
I'll admit it, gentle readers. I have nothing better to do at 4am than update my blog. Are you happy now? What? Sleep? No, of course not. I quit. (If you don't know about my sleeping habits, you haven't been reading long enough. When I say insomniac, I don't mean one of those people who likes to stay up late to impress their friends. I am bored at 4am on a school night, because I don't really feel like taking a cup o' liquid lullaby.)
So I've been up to some shit. And stuff. Yeah. And I'm going to tell you about it. Why? Because you can't beat my life for intrigue and significance. My personal reports are simply paramount!
For example, on tuesday, Kay and I took advantage of the lovely weather by walking around town. Somewhere between Delmar and Wash U, a truck full of rough-looking males stopped at the light and started hollering at us. We realized after a moment or two that they thought Kay was a girl. (To their credit, it's not a hard mistake to make if you're both narrow-minded and sexually frustrated.) I broke into my usual coy grin, sideways glance, and blush routine. Kay, however, didn't miss a beat. He pulled me close and made out with me, right there on the sidewalk. This incited an uproar among the truck's occupants that was audible even as the light turned green and they pulled away.
Sometimes I want to marry that man.
I think I'm going to start a club. I'll call it Prime Ministers of Death, and to get in, you have to dress in black all the time and play with your gender. We'll be the coolest club in the fucking world - the most exclusive, mysterious, renound, picturesque, and poignant group ever assembled. We'll change the world by crying in our coffee ice-cream and reapplying eye-liner in class. FUCK YEAH!
And now, the coolest damn photo you ever layed glazzies on:
Now, I ask you, gentle readers: who is carrying whom? Or have we simply become one creature? Bwahaha!
