alligator al

i'm unsure why i am obsessed with the personalities of my childhood this week, but I am... (alligator al was the shit, ne penses-tu pas?)

not much to report this week: the dilettante retunred from toronto just long enough to collect black pussy and whisk him away to vansterdam. le belge tres charmant et grand appears to be working his way into my life (and my ass) at the speed of lightning and has even taken to wearing my clothes to work... my apologies to r____ for temporarily calling him boy-pussy on this blog.