//mood//incredible...like the hulk

//YOOOOOU_GOT.WHAT.I_NEEEE-EEED!!
and you say he's just a friend...and you say he's just a friend...oh bay-bee yoooooou got what i neeeee-eed...

so yeah...i talked to nikki last night about stuff...briefly, since a brief convo is all we really needed.

in the basic scheme of things, we've decided to just be friends. in fact, she's my newest best friend.

am i semi-bummed? kinda.

am i satisfied? to be honest, yeah. i wouldn't want anything less from her than to be her friend. she's a kick-ass chick...so, yeah.

besides, nikki hugged me yesterday, the way that i like to be hugged, the way i needed to be hugged: nice and tight.

//drugs.not.rugs...no_wait...
i can't stand those distance hugs...the kind where the other person initiating the hug stands a foot away from you like they're afraid of getting monkeypox from you or something. i need those cootie-infecting hugs...the kind where you're all uptight against the other person...i'm all for bear-hugs and the like.

//feeling.like.poo
i don't feel so much like poo anymore.

i really need me a nice serving of female, with some lovin' on the side.

seriously, i've got a free friday...i wanna go out...with friends, or a girl, or a girl and friends, or a girl and her friends...niice.

yeah...i need to go out, since i've been working my tight-ass off for awhile (in the spirit of re-building my credit rating, and getting my nice-ass out of the house and into an studio apartment).

//get outta my dreams...and into my hoopty
it's the funniest thing trying to have a decent make-out session in my car...it's pure movie comedy...the e-brake gets all in the way of your hips; the ceiling is hella-low, so when you're taking your shirt off your hand smacks into the ceiling; your ass is rubbing all over the radio; you're fighting with the steering wheel for space...pure comedy.

//time_for_something((else))
time to update my poetry site...fun times.

when is a tractor not a tractor?
when it turns into a field!!