Friday, July 08, 2005
My freinds never know my type...I'm sort of all over the map. What with guys and girls and stuff and then that bout with asexuality, rockers or poets...But when this guy came into the place I was working in Los Angeles with his (their) then producer, Michael Penn; I honestly could not stop stealing glances at him. His eyes were Ice Blue and his black hair and pale skin had me enraptured. I'm reminded of Jakob because they were on a rerun of Letterman tonight. Poor bubby can't seem to get another hit...He's still hot as shit.