maybe all this procrastination will lead to something good.

maybe.

maybe.

maybe.

maybe.

maybe.

maybe.

today ..

i could have said a thousand ridiculous things too. lets face it, it's my thing. i know how to serve my sarcasm.

i didn't. because unlike you, i don't hit below the belt. 

i hope you feel better.  i do miss you & will continue to.

one more blow isn't going to kill me. it'll hurt. plenty.

having one of your closest friends judge you & your choices because you're gay isn't easy.

maybe you'll come around. maybe you won't.

tomorrow will be easier & the day after a few weeks past today, it won't matter as much.

dear f ... fuck you very much.

i hate those bear hugs. they piss me off. they mock me. they make me sick. the next time i see you, in between slapping you & kicking you in the groin, i will tell you that. or maybe i won't. maybe i'll call you and just tell you what a jackass you are or at least thats what i think. that & how much i hate those bear hugs.

as i discovered, you're still under an alias in my phone & i didn't bother changing that because it was too much effort. i did contemplate deleting it all together.

stupid frigging i am happy to see you bear hugs.

fuck off.

that and i am loving the small caps today.

also, you reckon it's a case of sour grapes, i'm confused.

for every room has a story ...

tonight this is mine ....

ok, confession.

I thought chunkey pandey didn't look 1/10th as bad in person. He looked quite nice actually.

is there officially no hope left now ?

sigh. and then some more.

i have a new rule ..

come what may, I am supposed to be working 11am - 5pm Monday Tuesday, Thursday Friday. Wednesdays, I work until 3.30.

No laying down on the bed, no switching on the tv and no masturbation.

Clearly, restraint isn't quite my thing, amongst many.

....

javier bardem or jude law.

decisions decisions decisions.

that and this new design sucks.

and 2011, please stop being an ass to me. I am asking nicely.