We're not losers...

I feel the need to point out that there is a difference between erotica and porn. Seriously people. Stop asking. They're not the same thing. Erotica has a higher artistic purpose than just aiding the release of sexual tension. I have little taste for porn.

I dare not call it a busy day, but the week is already putting me into a uhm...quagmire. Three more days to go before the busy weekend. Who's not psyched for the break?

After school, I joined Chris and Dylan for the brisk little walk downtown. Then Parker and Mo. I was rather tempted to watch people do their shit again like I did yesterday, but I realized I was only here until five; I wasn't really stranded this time. Psh, there goes a legitimate rationale.

I spent some time snapping photos, though. I also snagged two cups of coffee and hung with some friends for a bit before chilling with Kono and giving him decent Myspace pictures.

I sympathize with him. Mhm, indeed the title of this disjointed post isn't representative of its contents. Because truthfully, it's safe to call us losers.

Funny story, actually. Hate to get sidetracked, but this morning, I opened my email to find 22 Myspace messages waiting for me. You don't understand how much of a loser that made me feel. Seriously, I don't think that site is doing any good to anyone's self-esteem.

That means you, Nelly.

Love,
- Mirko