17 april 2002.1110 pm i kept an eye out for the hot hotty hott boy today. no luck. he's probably off somewhere smoking his parliament lights, fumbling with his messenger bag, trying to adjust his nerdy glasses, pushing his greasy black hair away from his eyes, hunching over in shyness, and just generally being foxy. i bet he hates morrissey. it's okay, any guy that gives me a boner can like crappy music.