and damn he was looking fine.
i skipped across the street, and i silently walked behind him like a predator in the dark. he was wearing a black 'jousteece jacket', denim, and the essence of [gay] man. he be lookin soooooooo good! Girl, I tell you. And his haircut. There is just something fucking about it. And the way he walked - so swiftly; he is quick on his feet. He was skinnier on way down than I had originally noticed; he is very lean. Next time, he's mine.
mirror mirror . . .
Friday, November 14, 2008
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