10:57 p.m. x 2002-12-25
this entry's title is from disco bloodbath
by james st. james, wherein he professes the similarities between the club kids and trick or treaters.
merrrrrry xmas everybody ^-^ !!! mine actually went quite smoothly...i got quite a few things (mostly books and videos and CDs, as that is all i ask for anyway), an appearantly a new stereo that has yet to make an appearance >-< I WANNA SEEE...satan. tomorrow i'll be in new jersey. i wish i remembered for how long - alas i do not T__T...i'll update though, because they always hide me in the room with the computer. i'll be quite content, however, to simply sit alone on the floor listening to bikini kill, watching kids and reading anthology. in fact - why wait? - i'll go do that right now. i leave you my public with the newest exploits of rachel vs. the male population.
random man-thing: hey sexy
random man-thing: what's shakin?
rachel: listein to metallica, you?
random man-thing: just chillin
random man-thing: do you have a pic?
random man-thing: trade?
random man-thing: oic...i bet you're just a tasty lil thang
rachel: not really
random man-thing: :-) oh i'm sure you are
random man-thing: i want those nice tits!
random man-thing: :-) can i suck on that nice rack baby?...i'll let you suck this 9" monster
rachel: nah, that's alright.
random man-thing: :'(
rachel: why would i wunt your 9 incher when i have an 11 incher to my husband (editor's note boyfriend)??? you need to go out in the real world and get a life bud.
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start