My roommate probably thinks I’m some strange type of prostitute or something. First of all, there’s a constant stream of guys coming to visit me [ha! they just want to look at my computer], secondly, she knows I take pictures of my body parts and post em on the ‘net, third, my leopard print sheets probably say something about my freaky side [even though my mom picked em out], and then lastly, i’m always blasting freaky deaky love songs on the CD player.. hahaha. oh yeah. I’m definately a freaky one.