q. make names anonymous
a. a�non�y�mous (adj.) having an unknown or unacknowledged name. <<-- anonymous = nameless. names = the opposite of anonymous. idiot.
q. words filled with insects
a. … imagining writing words that feel filled with insects. rock.
q. lizard blood therapy
a. it’s for lyme disease.
q. pleasuring your boss
a. how about, showing up on time? maybe quit stealing office supplies?
q. platform shoes fucking
a. well, i have the shoes …
q. plotting life
a. i’m plotting mine on the imaginary time axis.
q. that would be cool on a tshirt
a. what? what? what would be cool on a tshirt?
q. cake song lyrics avalanche coming down the mountain
a. no, that was the butthole surfers. idiot.
q. miss selfrighteous pants
a. how rude. well i never. and just who do you think you are, you … you … aolsearcher. hmmph.
q. i fucked liz
a. gee. you’d think i’d remember something like that, but no. which means you are either lying, or you need to try a *lot* harder next time, mmmkay?
q. juicy cockroaches
a. as opposed to the dry, chewy kind?
The platform shoes fucking one intrigues me. I am erotically fixated sometimes on women’s footwear. Especially either cheezy glittery spangley platforms shoes or those serious-as-fuck strappy stiletto Manalo Blahnik and Gucci cost as much as a car dress up heels.
Although I also dig Converse sneaks on girls with ripped jeans and no makeup.
And John Fluevog club shoes, I have 3 pairs of men’s dressy club Fluevogs.
And those retro Candies turn me on.
And Doc Martins…
OK I’ll stop now. I’m getting into a wierd area here…
my doc’s are the sexiest shoes i own. they’re men’s style, thoroughly worn, and go with anything. but they look best with a tiny little silk black dress. oh yeah.
Hah! I must have caught those two pictures of you right before you took them down. When I went back to your main page, they were gone.
Peek.
Uh.
Boo.