Scott is an illusion of amazement that hides an even more amazing reality.
And if you get any funny ideas about him, I will just have to get a raw rack of lamb, and use it to beat you back into the slimey amorphous pulp that you should have always been.
Have a GREAT day! *smile*


Editor's note: However, if Scott decides to post this, i would urge him to consider the fact that implications would be well expressed using a metaphor, which involves kittens and burlap bags.

A pretty amazing point of consistency for me through some of both the best and worst times in my personal history, and that continued proximity isn't an accident. Don't fully buy into the 'cool, removed, sagelike hermit' act, but don't buy into the 'doomed, unworthy, unloved loser' act, either; the truth is better and more complex.

boy can he be one self righteous sonofabitch at times. really now. all this talk of gods and angels and how they should be jealous of him and all that bullshit.

he should get all of that, put it in a mason jar and preserve it. so that he can go right back to feeling that way after i KICK HIS ASS.

i like wrestling with scott. when i do, he makes squealing pig like noises as if he's being slaughtered. he feeds me sushi sometimes, becuase he knows it makes me incrediably horny. he's bad for me, tells me to drink more than what i want to. stuff like that.

he understands a certian mindset i have, and we seem to be a rare breed with this mindset. every one else calls us random, just we know we make perfect sense. we can turn anything into a zippy happy song. riding around city streets with a dirge playing so loudly, people in a lexus have to roll up their windows and we're singing songs about ice cream and making faces at the street lights. these things make sense to us. you do not.

i love this guy.
so much, sometimes i just wanna lift my leg and piss on him to show my appriciation. i'm not into golden showers, but he's a hedionist. who knows what my golden tides might bring.