the truth about porn.

so i finally have logged onto this mutha. anyhoo, i've been talking to a lot of boys on myspace and somehow all of them have my number. i blame Jack, personally, the mothafucka. he likely gave this guy "nathan" my number. okay, so Nathan is like this crazed freak of a guy, he's built like a godamn bodybuilder, and he has two girlfriends who live with him in a condo and do whatever he wants them to. it scares the fuck out of me.
On the other hand, i've been (willingly) talking to this guy Dennis, i call him Ace. he's really sweet, and just geeky enough to be liked by me. He can play guitar and all that shit, so there's a perk. Anyhoo, i dunno. I'm gonna fucking kill Dustin. Seriously!!

He's going out with five women at one time!!!! and one of them is named Cashmere!!!!! What in the fuck!? i don't even know what to say about that. it makes me want to rip off his beautiful extremities. Fucker.
But anyway... i need to find a fucking job. any suggestions?
I also need to get laid. I think I have sour pussy. (Joshua) Please, no suggestions there, thank you kindly.

God damn i want to kill josh sometimes. did y'all see what he wrote??? Jesus.

Anyway, i'll leave you all ont his note:

"kill me now, kill me now kill me now kill me now..."
cheers, kittens.