Yeah, thats how it started. (What?) An experiment, and a seemingly doomed one. First, lets brief here. I am a drugged out lesbian nympho. (That's an understatement) He's a clean virgin man. What were the odds? I know he's had feelings for me for a long time, but i never thought I'd end up dating him, much less falling in love with him. (Duh, you're gay) But we've been dating for a few weeks now, and I haven't been this happy in years. (You've never been happy) His name is Travis. Or T-Ogle. Or Teddy. I call him my Coin-Operated Boy. (Dresden Dolls, anyone?) Yes, the Girl Anachronism and the Coin-Operated Boy have finally found eachother. (You sound insane) He calls me Fangzy-Baby. I have no idea how this works. (That's 'cause it doesn't) For a long time i thought i was just fooling myself into thinking i like him, but thats not the case. I love him. Maybe... a true connection can transcend gender? (Alright now you're scaring us) Neither of us ever expected to end up like this. He always thought of me as his dreamgirl - the one he can never get. That made me laugh my ass off. (Us too) I've never thought of myself as anyone's fantasy. We've been friends for about a year and a half. The more i got to know him, the more wonderful he seemed. (Don't make us toss our cookies) We have an incredible amount of things in common, and not on a shallow level. Within our souls, for lack of a better term. On the surface we are complete opposites. Like the same person born into similar situations, with different responses to the trajedy we survived. (Barely survived, you call this surviving?) He's a clean virgin man (You said that already) and i am a drugged out lezbo nympho.(Now you're just being redundant) He's a metaphorical teddy-bear. I'm a metaphorical wildfire. (Sucky combo if you ask us) He's 6'1", blonde, ruddy-faced, and big-boned (understatement #2) I'm pale, dark haired, 5"1, and very lean. He never bitches. I bitch all the time. He's incredibly shy. Im in everyones face. He's a straight F student, though he's extremely intelligent. (are you sure about that?) I'm a straight A student, though i'm constantly zonked. (understatement #3) I'm the man in the relationship. (Well you are Super-Dike) But beneath all the bullshit, we couldn't be more alike. We're both narcissists. He's a martyr. Im an ex-martyr. We share an inexplicably deep passion for music. He's a hopeless romantic. I'm a hardened romantic. (Are you trying for the most-understatements-in-a-blog award?) I'm talking to him now. I'll catch you up later, guys. (About time the bleedin bitch shut her trap)

What to type, what to type...  well i havent really posted about my personal life in a while. Im on lockdown at the moment ; have been for the last 2 months, 5 days, 9 hours, and 36 minutes (but who's counting?). However there are always loopholes, discretion, and good old-fashioned B/E (breaking and exiting, haha) to finangle one's way way out of this genre of a situation. Also, my #1 connection is officially out of lockup and has remanned her station as such (so you know im gonna be partying round the clock for the next few nights). *Cue meniacal laughter*                                                                  

                  --   MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!  *hack, cough*   --MUAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!