Hail Satan!

Ok, so I did something that is terribly creepy gross that I am even feeling ashamed. This is coming from a woman who pissed on the front door of Spaceland while shocked hipsters walked in. Why? For not letting her in because she was sooooo drunk, the retarded doll-haired door guy denied entry - mind you this is Spaceland where the Imperial ButtWizards used to blow up the club. Literally.

I wish I could take what I did back but the seed has been sewn. Oh and what a delightful and dirty seed it was. Unfortunately it sprouted and germinated into my entire being. When I think about him, my heart beats rapidly like a big ass caterpillar line of coke and and my palms begin to stigmata sweat.

Will he call me after the desperate, honest, soul baring message I sent him on mySpace? Yes, I had to revert to mySpace because I met him on Facebook and then promptly deleted him after the tryst.

I wonder what will happen. Like his explanation of death, I guess it is a big mystery afterall.

Sigh.