So...


monday sucks. this weekend was pretty rad, i experienced the party dream again, was accosted by girl-talk and spent a large portion of my time thinking about what it would be like to have sex with a woman as a man.

the only thing that is getting me through today is my developing addiction to serge gainsbourg. who wants to help me build a time machine so we can be transported back to 1960s france? i mean was there really anything better?

i want to be the world's greatest lover.