you know why i am so fucked up? cause i don't talk about shit concretely, ever. not to anyone. nor do i write it. i urge you to find in here where i talk about my feelings about any of my boy crushes or how i felt when i lost my house or my dad or anything of sextreme importance. i dont and that kinda worries me a bit. well, this being a public blog and all i'm not sexaclty gonna go hardcore "let's share my feelings" bullshit or be like some whackjobs and create whole blogs dedicated to their james platania boyfriends, but it would be nice if i could be like-
today i was quite pissed at ...
or the bile that leaked from the pile of vomit on the bus made me feel like...
or i had a wonderful time with...
(and here is where i would usually insert the classic "your mom" phrase)
but i would fill in the blanks appropriatley without sarcasm, cynicsm, or blatant let's beat around the bushism.

i guess random boner guys are more interesting to write/read about

i doubt i will start sapping it up with lovelorn crush entries, but...

i love y'all and THAT i am not afraid to share, suuuucckkaaasss
kick some ass
~kala