mer. +boy pic

Mer. I hate when I write partially or wholly self-analytical entries that come out sounding way more depressed or… what’s the word i’m looking for… obsessed? not quite… than I actually am. Last entry (now private) is a case-in-point. That’s why i set it to no notes, because I didn’t need a bajillion people telling me “you’re not fat!” when i already know i’m not fat. ya know?

Anywho. What else. I came home for the weekend. No reason. Just because. I’m missing randy like crazy (yea i know, i just saw him yesterday), but i don’t want to write all my ushy-mushy, ooey-gooey, sickeningly sweet thoughts. I will, however, show a picture.

And before anyone asks, he’s puerto rican. I keep telling him he looks like a terrorist with that beard but *sigh* what can ya do? boys 😛