1. Tuesday, February 8, 2005

    me and the hot chick 

    have everything against us but its cool, so do fireworks

    and they end up ok.

    sat in the car listening to randy newman and talking about the bible which is code for her friends read this so read between the lines.

    wed be inside but time has a habit of flying whereever we go and so the game is to keep your eye on the clock because then it wont move so fast. i like to call it out which my belief says stuns it and it freezes and thats when you kisser but its a waste since its borrowed time in the first place.

    some of you may wonder, whats it like to kiss every hot babe in hollywood and i wouldnt know but i would imagine that it must be odd if every new girl kisses slightly better than the one before her which is why you have to jump back a few spaces just to make sure.

    her name is yolanda shes from yamacia, ya kiss em twice and ya datin.

    sixteen feels like blueballs sixteen feels like seventeen and looks like a steamed up front windscreen.

    yolanda likes airplane glue and a well placed boo and the crispy crack of a cold mountain dew.

    she says im gonna get contacts soon and everyones going to freak out and takes off her glasses and lets down her hair and she seriously thinks that a hetero blogger can just sit there and not jump over the stick shift no matter how many dianetics pass by on the miracle mile

    she says she wants me and i say stand in line she says she needs me i said desire is the root of pain she says whats a led zeppelin and i say lets get lost and she says lets make like robert frost and take the chopper one less traveled and i said what sort of man do you think i am and she says just live up to the lies,

    or die.

    born in september bloomed and rememberd

    gave a hotfoot to gloom

    and kissed my ass to dumbember

    aint sure at all if the whole things a fakeout

    wraps her arms around tomorrow

    and breathes me in just like a flower.

    JaG + sk smith + moxie + danielle