  i am one of the many, many curious people on friendster now - that is, before they start charging as they once promised they would, with a grand total of three "friends", one of whom i know, and two others i don't really know at all.
class gathering was ok. at the risk of putting my friends, enemies and in-betweens, i shall give you, the undeserving reader on the web, a taste of what happened. i got thrown into the pool and i didn't put up resistance, unlike cc who was screaming like a super-sized pimply baby as he was gang-dragged into harmless chlorine water (ha). we played water polo until some security guard came to enforce the law on our collective butts. cc brought his "female good friend", became as quiet as a church mouse that has gone for a tonsil operation, and then got hauled into the pool as a punishment. it's not his fault. many boys lose their balls in front of a girl, how ironic (** see below). so would i, if i *had* a girlfriend in the first place. or a female friend, or something. anyway.
joseph would have given his two front teeth to see cc reduced to nothing, or at least a non-talking shadow of his normal self. and malcolm would have been... well, his usual and more. and later, we did an illegal, non-sexual activity. the point in time where a young, unknowing boy becomes a man is when he ______________, two to three years early. i am not, however, a ______-hound, so i am still, for the record, a boy. it's not smoking either.
and it's not pornography. marshmellows suck. anyway, cy brazenly watched what she calls the "best episode ever" of monty python in my absence. i hate you so much now. ok, gtg mug bye ** i know the expression may have set off some alarms at the irony-enforcement police, but i think i have not abused the word "irony". consider the context. 
