6.28.2001
 
I have a supreme urging for italian food. Or japanese food.

Speaking on that subject... Italian and Japanese blood (both of equal calibre) make for beautiful men. Point in case: Mark M. Techno DJ, complete cutey, likes the types of music I do (everything but country and rap), can dance like no one's business. Only two discrepencies: he's doped up on Ecstacy most of the time and he has no ass. Not that I care; my sights are set elsewhere.

All creative energy is being channeled to song writing right now. Meaning: poetry set to music. Sounding mediocre, but I'm still building up my skills.

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