This was easily one of the absolute wildest dreams I've had in my life.
So, I signed up for the mailing list of this club set up by a Mormon kid in Cali, McKay Hatch, his club being called the "No Cussing Club".
Hehe, I always thought that was an interesting idea, a club dedicated to the idea of not doing something, and I was mildly curious to see what they sent out.
Well, heh, the first thing I got had this title: please keep sexual predators out of the bathrooms and locker rooms please help sign my sisters petition.
Interesting, thought I. It wasn't what I expected, here was the short letter in the email:
And so another day passes.
My sort-of-lover is getting a house, which may mean we're going to see each other again. I also owe him money.
My other lover has been unfairly accused of harassment. I am trying hard not to learn who the syphilitic horse-monkey is that accused him, as if I knew, they would likely be sent a box full of fire-ants.
Still looking for a goddamn job; learned that a lot of banks are trans-friendly. Many fucks were whatted.
Strangely, this dream took place in real time, or just a bit slower even, over only a couple hours or so, which is very rare for me.
In a monologue, a 17-year-old Australian boy struggles with himself on how to tell his best friend he's in love with him. Beautiful!
Hi everyone! My name's Noah, and this is my first journal here. I'm equally nervous and stoked to be here doing this, and I hope that what I write doesn't blow!
This journal's title is a reflection of how I feel. I'm interfaith (Catholic and Jewish) and 100% no doubt about it GAY. It feels funny to see that on my computer monitor right now. I really do juggle three very different worlds and all I want is to be a normal kid. As my Dad always says, "It's not going to happen!"
Being different sucks, but if you're smart you can make your differences into something awesome!
I'm Aaron, and of the Rejects I'm the youngest and the BIGGEST member. You probably noticed that I had a word in all caps? There's a reason for that. BIG describes something large so I think it should be in all caps! My journal,my grammar rules : ))
I just really do not like my roommate. At all. I honestly don't see us becoming besties ever. I know I complained about her in my last journal, but I'm gonna complain about her some more. For one thing, she always acts like she never has a fucking clue what's going on. She has this perpetual look of confusion on her face that really annoys me. I'm surprised she hasn't been hit by a car yet.
I forgot the linchpin in my thing about B last journal, the guy who I was thinking might be gay (/into me). So after he found out I was gay and showed special interest in me, I messaged him, this obscure acquaintance: Wanna hang out sometime or something?
Then he replies, same day: sure.
lol, i dont know what we would talk about or do, but yeah
HA. Does it get any gayer than that?
Watch this video from today's USA Today!
If you are not outraged by this travesty... I can't imagine what would do so!
I'm twenty!!!! I've been a teenager for so long, it was time for a change.
But I don't feel any different than yesterday. It feels just like when I turned 18. Subconsciously, i expect fireworks and confetti to stream through the air, and a parade to go on outside my house while my life dramatically changes for no reason.
Contrary to popular belief, I never do anything on my birthdays. It's just another day for me. Maybe next year I'll go clubbing and LEGALLY drink for once.
From: Perhaps We Shou...
To: Perhaps We Shou...
Subject: Re: I'm sending me a message
Date: 24 September, 2013 - 10:01am
HOH HOH HOH HO- *KABLAMMOOWIEBANGPOWZINGWHOOSHPOP*
> ONLY THE TWO! DOH HOH HOH HOH HOH HOH
> > BECAUSE WE HAVEN'T MADE ENOUGH HENSON REFERENCES IN THIS CONVERSATION! DOH HOH HOH HOH HOH HOH
> > > Let's take the Henson way out and blow this mothafucka of a conversation to high heaven!
> > > > I seriously don't know how to stop this conversation on a suitably comedic note.
> > > > > I'll say! DOH HOH HOH HOH HOH HOH
It's another case of me wondering what the hell is wrong with me that I'm so goddamn depressed and fucked up despite having such a goddamn perfect life, a goddamn perfect family, and goddamn perfect lovers.
I really hate college. The teachers practically just spout series of random words and numbers, expecting me to keep up. I want to scream and leave. Shortly after leaving, I would get tons of tattoos and go into the adult entertainment industry. Yes, porn. At least I can get paid for having a big butt in that industry. I'm skinny enough for fashion modeling, but not tall enough, so I think porn modeling shall do.
As I mentioned, I had plans with Cute Blonde Girl this morning. I had to wake up really early. Like, I don't think I've EVER woken up that early on a Sunday. But I didn't even care. I was like ultra nervous, though. I was running around trying to get ready without waking up my roommate, and I ran into my RA in the hall and it was really awkward and I was scared he was totally judging me because who gets up at 7 on a Sunday morning? I put on legit makeup and everything, even though I'm often too lazy to do much more than mascara and lip gloss.