The New Jerusalem

I'm in the market for a boyfriend again, because I think I'm ready to hurt someone again.

I hate Shania Twain and her music. This wouldn't be a problem, except that every time I hear a shiania twain song, I fucking love it. "Man, I feel like a woman"... But i can't feel that way. i'm an urban sophisticate, i'm not some alabama faggot with nothing better to do than put together shania fan sites. I hate her, I hate her fucking stories about growing up on the reservation, i hate her fucking being from canada. She doesn't even have the subversive feminist subtext of the dixie chicks. THere is NOTHING redeeming about shania twain. I will never like her, i will never buy one of her albums, i will never watch more than 2/3 of an episode of oprah featuring her, but in the solitary quiet of my soul, i will always bear the the secret knowledge. "Man, I Feel Like A Woman."

If i ever become technically mentally ill, i hope it's as a result of stage-4 syphallis. i don't want to become a raving lunatic just because i couldn't cope with life's problems, i want to become a raving lunatic because i got sucked off by a streetwhore with a bleeding sore in his mouth.

I went to a party last week thrown by these three 20 year old guys who share a house in the hollywood hills, and i was having a great time chatting with their fellow harvard alumni when i noticed i had a rash on the back of my arms. turns out i'm allergic to instantiated class priviledges. Either that or the drug resistant syphallis is back.