Sandy, Kathy and Malik, right before we hit the art museum last weekend. Cause hey, these are what memories are made of kids!
Well, actually no one really knows what memories are made of. Something like neurochemical transmitter activation mixed in with peptide uptake and squishy brain matter. And magick.
But isn't Malik's "Hey, don't I look like somebody you'd want to have sex with?" look kinda creepy?
You gotta learn to turn it off man...
i've studied your blog carefully: magick, reality tunnel, blah blah blah. here's what i assume you mean by that comment: "DAMN! Malik is sexy! i wish he could turn off his nigh irresistible charm so that i wouldn't be faced with these less than wholly heterosexual thoughts." although i can hardly blame you. that guy Malik is someone i'd like to have sex with myself.
ReplyDeleteYou know Malik, posting anonymously doesn't keep me from recognizing you...
ReplyDeleteUnless of course this isn't Malik, in which case I can only recommend you seek professional help.
Or I can give you his number.
Either way works.
And actually, the latter might be more entertaining...