THIS FUCKFEST IS OVER
so i've been told existence precedes essence, but that doesn't matter so much. it does not change anything. my priorities are still as follows:
-get enough iron
-...
-...
-I don't have priorities
My libido wants to cater to 50 year old married men. why?
Tiffany says i have a "secret life," which is entirely plausible. I mean, just think about it. This fabrication is more exciting than reality.
songs to excite yr neurons (if yer neurons are like my neurons)
Ernie K. Doe - Here Come The Girls
Mina_ Se telefonando _ 1966 + INTRO
skip to 0:45.
"Guaglione" translated into english (at least, what this record sleeve tells me!)-- Go away, little one! You're making a big fool of yourself. You're only a baby and you want a woman! Run to your mama, small fry . . . tell her your troubles. She will understand you.
*best performed by a sassy woman. i do not like male versions of this song.
"Scapricciatiello" -- Listen to me, stubborn mule! Leave this blonde for men who can handle her kind. You think you know her, but she confuses you with a hundred moods. Leave her or her beauty will mean tears for you.
I could go on and on...
