Somebody hacked my MySpace account and had a very boring time reading my messages. Guess why...
...I'm the exact same person in my private messages. I've got no secrets, kids, you know 'em all.
When I think about it, it's refreshing, and also horrifying.
Random thought: How fun is that Friday Night entry? By god, I was stoked to be sleeping with women. It's hard to live your life having clandestine fantasies you can't verbalize, for fear of shame and exile. It's choking, and it hangs from you, brings you down, and makes it a little harder to do even the most basic things. Repression and depression are the same thing, really. When you finally get to be free, you...well you go nuts and write stories about fisting. Apparently.
I love women; I love you all. You're so fucking beautiful. I wish I could just pile you all onto a giant bed and hop on top.
Posted by The Bunny at 3:55 AM