I'm out and about in the city and it's so nice out. Everywhere I look I see love...holding of hands, kissing. It's a beautiful thing, kind of makes me hungry for some loving.
I'm hanging in Washington Square park listening to some musician guy named Harley. Very cool folk musician that happens to be deliciously handsome. Georgina's supposed to meet me with her little cutie pie son, but so far she's a no show. Always running late that girl, oh well, my mind and eyes are stimulated by Harley.
Georgina and I have to be at Fin by four, so I hope she gets here in time to enjoy the day.
Stalker update: I will not ruin my day thinking about this piece of shit, but he's back. I got home last night and had three breathing messages, followed by an obnoxious one filled with laughter, towards the end he said, "I'm back." What a freakozoid, I know he's reading my posts, so... show your face, pussy.
Pussy stalker, check out the image below, it's what I'm going to do to you when I find you.














