CLubbing
It’s 1:42am and I’m at Spinach Dips apartment. I just got hit on by a weird irish guy who kept saying over and over again, "just relax." I went partying tonight because my Supershuttle is picking me up at 3;45 am and I need to waste time and stay awake. I was at work until 10:30pm so that also makes me tired. My boss was so tired, he was making the funniest jokes.
I went to Jr’s. By the way, if I told you, I was barred from Jr’s during pride but now I’m not. Thank GOD! I hate Jr’s but it’s good to be able to go there from time to time when I wanna. It sucks, but I love two of the bartenders there who give me free drinks.
So I was at Cobalt with my friends, Spinach Dip, Paul Vetsch, Brad, Lena Let, Matthew, Eric, and more. I was hit on by two gay boys who I think were bored. They both bought me drinks. And like I said, one was really weird who kept telling me how hot i was and how I should keep relaxing. "relax" "okay, relax" I know he got my drinks, but there is only so much I can put up with–he was weird.
Anyway, I partied in Baltimore with Spinach dip’s boyfriend Chris. He is so cute. I’ll put his picture up one day.
Okay. let’s be real here. let’s be serious. I’m drunk, but there’s somethign else going on. I’m partying with homos. I’m still a fag hag. I’m still ruling 17th and R. I don’t think I can go back tot he noraml life. I don’t know what ot do with myself. I think I"ll be single and without a boyfriend, but simultaneously with lots of boyfriends, gay boyfriends. Sing it: Gay boyfriend, Gay Boyfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!
