Sun, Sep 22, 2002 - 10:53 a.m.

I don't know what to write.

I could write about the past few days that I have spent working and working out and nights that I have spent doing various things with my boy Nicky.

I could write about the fact that I keep having really strange dreams lately. They're about David mostly. Why do I want to fuck him? I am MORE than satisfied with the kinkiness Nick provides.

What the fuck's my problem? I think I have a thing for the unattainable. I want what I can't have; and it's that simple. I'm odd, sexy, kinky and twisted.

Things haven't been the same since you came into my life. You found a way to touch my soul and I'm never ever ever gonna let it go. Happiness lies in your own hand, it took me much too long to understand how it could be until you shared your....secret with me.