Love lost

What they say about intelligence and the sex appeal. It's awfully correct, I have to say. The computer geek I'm dating? He's a sexy geek alright. I'm no bimbo, but I LOVE it when he explains stuff to me. About King Tut on the couch watching Akademi Fantasia. Marting Luther King's death while rock music were blasting in his car. Encryption and Decoding at TopShop.

When I look at him I feel like wanting to have sex with his brains. How could he not have hot chicks around him with the amount of sex appeal he has? Treem says if he were a Hollywood celebrity he'd be Sean Penn. Because Sean Penn's clever. I didn't think so.

"Fred Savage is clever, Treem. Not Sean Penn," I told him.
"Hey, we're talking about intelligence here, okay? Not some asshole who goes to Ivy League and haven't graduated yet. Sean Penn is an interesting guy. He has a lot of things to tell you, believe me." Treem waved his hand on my face.
"Yeah, sure, you're Sean Penn's best friend."

My semester is about to end. Finals catching up soon. I'm seriously broke, but righ in terms of life. I have a steady flow of friends, Mr. CG, and sometimes I go out and frolick at the beach. I'm thankful to be alive.

Remembering The Dead

The brain dead, that is. What's been up, you say? Where do I begin? I just got back from yet another trip from Thailand. Been there a couple of times already, guess you could say that's not a new trip. As usual the beaches were amazing, the sun was just nice. I brought my awesome new black swimsuit, the one that's worn by Heidi Klum in the lates In Style issue... I'm such a fashion whore it hurts.