i guess i blog a lot when i'm lonely.

jus some things i want to remember.

A blonde on the freeway, she was in her early thirties, apparently didn't know how to change a tire. So she was leaning on the freeway divider, legs exposed with a short peach skirt, designer sunglasses. I could have helped her, but then, there were about 4 black trucks behind me already swerving to the side. I picture guys with muscles the size of tea kettles and i figure she'll be alright.

I wish I could just show my legs and get maybe, hmm what.. a light bulb changed?

It's times like these that remind me I have a penis.

Met Natalie today at work. She reminds me of "Bee" from back in chicago. My type I figure. Blue eyeshadow and dickies work pants, wow. She said I look hispanic, GODDAMMIT, OK ITS TIME FOR A HAIRCUT!

everything went wrong with this morning, but let the next person's xanga or whatever tell you about their whole entire day, theres plenty of that crap to read.

while you're at it, go read a chicken soup book. those are crap too. they aren't really books at all, they more resemble Mad Libs.