what is making love? 

( tell Sergio )

It was really tough night. Nick's pants stayed on his ass, I was surprisingly clean but I missed someone.

( HIM )

If I say I cannot sit, would it be odd?

Joey Cole got his own private decent british lj.
Say hello to Coley ;)
http://joeyjournal.livejournal.com
;)

Sergio is killing me. Lady N is killing me! not mentioning Lola, that little slut.
I love internet. I love you guys.
But I definitely don't love english weather. Fuck.
Spain is waiting.

Lady N - here I come!

Boys can write. Sergio and Iker can even slash. So do I

( let's face it - you look awful )

let's say I'm fed up with those comments on my hair.

( wanna fic? so read on )

depressed.injured.
great

tell me the story, I cannot write like Iker, so you,, YOU tell me something. Anything.

Or at least Nando. And Villa. And me. The opponent wasn't the most scaring creature in the world and yet it was a good fight.  I loved that game. How about you ?

( Random musings again )

Regarding that Sergio  isn't even able to run his own journal, and he considers me as a retarded drooling moron [now with a head injury], I will kindly omitt his presence in Cesc's world. At least for now. Oh damn, it isn't possible to ignore that gitano. The point is what is wrong  - or right - with Iker.

( a few words a few drops )

Title: Random thoughts
Rating: None
Disclaimer: Tragically untrue. But funny

I need to express myself at last. God knows who reads it...

( ...or dare? )