"People believe in their own truths"
                                            -Brian Kinney, Queer As Folk

He stared at his friend with the alluring look of a sleepy cat. He IS a cat, more of a fox actually, and everyone wants him. Everyone wants Brian. He held out his hand as they proceeded to talk about the birds and the bees and fucking under the trees.

No, I'm totally kidding. And no, I'm not gay. I'm a girl who knows what brand of tampon is good for heavy flows. They didn't do the deed as I hoped they would. teehee

I'm sorry for the foul language and soon-to be "explicit" content (if you might call it), in a sense that you wouldn't want to be eating while reading, but this is a journal and a free country, and oh by the way, this is MY journal.

I'm tired. I'm intoxicated... but due to popular demand, I'm gonna make a cute, little journal and some cake with rainbows and smiles and butterflies. (shucks) Am I suppose to say "welcome!" like some excited giggly girlscout? Something like, WELCOME TO MY WORLD or something to that effect? Frankly I don't give a shit, I'd be happier if no one reads this crap anyway,  but sad to say, (oh, the pain! the tears!) I already have a league of croonies although they're not members here. hehehehe
I've kept a diary, it comes in handy once in a while. I never really wanted my affairs to go public, especially with all the nosy people around. Talk about my fantastic-tough-complicated life.

So, I'll say what I want, do what I want. No excuses. No regrets. Just plain, HONESTY, as I've always purchased from some damn sexy actor in TV.

Whatever you may grasp about me is all in your mind.

As I've said in my friendster account...
"I'll just laugh as you dwell into your own conclusions of what you have perceived me to be and become, but there's always an exit sign for you to place all your shit and those pathetic, deluded judgements because clearly, I don't need you in my life. "

In this case, there's the "<==Back" or the [X] button. Whatever you prefer.