Stories bruised and blue of drum machines and landslides.

[jacktellslies]

Terrance and I went on a date. We watched It, which was far better than either of us expected it to be. Clara Bow is perfect. I made him dinner, and we listened to the new Placebo album and some other things. He has fantastic taste in music, and we were both impressed with one another. I introduced him to Recoil, as he is quite the Depeche Mode fan and because he and Bill enjoy choking one another, and I gave him a copy of the mix I just made, and have promised to make him a mix of his own soon. Parker and I attempted to meet Aiden and Meredith at Sisters for Whipped and Stripped, which apparently involves dyke strippers and whipped cream (we both felt that they could have done better) but I am a fool and left my passport at home. We abandoned this plan at the door and went, instead, to Gay Pizza, Parker celebrating because she hates going out and because our inability to do so was because of my failing and not hers. As this happens rarely enough, I allowed her the small victory. However, I was promised three blowjobs from three different boys, and received none. I vow retribution.