Let me start off this page by saying, "Down with love!" Love rules, and love sucks ass. I guess I should say that I've only had two boyfriends of any impact on my life: Jimmy and Carlos. The pictures that you see here are by and of Jimmy. I think that he is still the person in all the world that knows me best. He was there when I was a freshman, a naive little girl, and he saw me start my senior year at Baylor. I started out with him as a baby goth, grew into the full fledged thing, sold acid with him, began to listen to electronic music under his eye, became a raver, all the while being a college girl. I think that Jimmy had the most profound effect on me of anyone. Ever. As a last little note, he made this for me...
Princess
*psst!* by the way, there's a hidden picture
of him beneath his Morpheus pic... just disregard the
glasses and face hair because he no longer has them.
go to our webpage...
The next person I need to cover is Carlos.
What should I say about Carlos? He's the
reason I will never date a DJ again. I
loved this boy, but there's more to life
and more to MY life than drugs and raves.
I have mad respect for his memory for
songs and his skills on the decks, and I
think that he really could have been a DJ
to watch for the future, but he is also
the reason I hate our government so much.
He moved to the US when he was 3, his
whole family lives here, and he hadn't been
back to Ecuador, his native land, since
he was 15, but the US government deported
him anyways. That was the end of us.
So.... all I have to say is until I find
a prince on a fucking white stallion, I'm
DONE.
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