I’ve got a pair of panties in my pocket for a friend. Irregular cycles are a bitch, apparently. They’re cute, though, godbless great neighbors. I’m all Sparked up. God bless premium malt beverages with taurine, ginseng, and caffine. I’ve gotta go down to the Big Hunt to deliver these panties… hopefully by the time I…
A [redacted] named Smalls and I had to gab at the corner of 18th and P while Lauren got fingerbanged by a hot cop from Dallas named Cameron.
Okay, so Halo isn’t at 14th and Mass, its at 14th and P. Basically, the hip new spot that just opened Friday is seeable from my window. In fact, its only three doors down from me. Weird, right? I was really expecting it to be a straight bar, but apparently its far from it: totally…
I’m actually about to run out the door to Halo, which is at 14th and Mass, just down the street. I just got in from my first day at Perry’s in Adam’s Morgan. It has a webside somewhere, I’ll find it and post a link. I’ve been a busy boy all around, lots of adventures…
I went to bed at like midnight last night and didn’t get up until 10:50. Thats so much more sleep than I needed… I prefer it when my body is just happy with 8 hours. More sleep is better than no sleep today, ’cause I’m goin in to set up my schedule at Perry’s today…
For a boy who doesn’t have a job, I sure have been a busy guy. Jackie came into town yesterday, so Sacha, Jackie, Pam, Sam, and I went out to Air. Air’s at 13th and Penn, near a bunch of federal buildings, and its a big ol’ outside party. They even have these cool trippy…
It’s a quiet 11:30, I shouldn’t be home. I should be at work, at Cosi, still waiting tables, and still bitching about shit that doesn’t really matter to the real world. Except, unfortunatly, I’m not. I don’t work there anymore. I’m not so upset about it that I want to be forlorne. I’m not driven…
Great program on TV. “Good Girls Don’t…” is on Oxygen, and it’s. Awful. Awful Good. Awfully good. Watch it. It’s real life. It’s so funny, and so bad. More fourth of July fun, little worth repeating. I miss Krista and Crystal. Bitches.
Sun-drained and deeply tanned is how I’m spending this third of july. Krista and Crystal came down the day before yesterday to visit, and we went over to Playbill for drinks and for karokee. When we arrived, there was this amazing singer doing her rendition of “The Greatest Love” by Whitney. She rocked the fucking…
There are few things I’m sure about, but one of them is certainly that nothing makes a boy feel better about leavin’ his job than getting his dick sucked. Oh, hell, thats a blatant lie. I’m pretty sure I’m far to confident about far to many things, but yeah, the dick sucking == better moods…