i'm going to give myself props, because my weblog is the prettiest in the land.

i love the way girls smell and i hate smelling men's cologne on other men, plus i don't relish the idea of touching another dude's dick, so that's how i know i'm not gay. but i think i possess queer eye potential to exhibit prodigious talent as an interior decorator or fashion designer, without the effeminate lisp or fudge-packing inclinations, of course.

it sucks to have an appreciation and understanding of graphic design, but not be able to draw. and it sucks even more to be me and not be able to sing.

why god, why?