i'm sorry, did you just roll you eyes at me? oh HELL no. i will out sass you from here to christmas
this time next week, i will be brunching in la portland with los homos.
hurray for roadtrips.
i <3 them.
so , my phone was turned off. again.
but i got to kiss a straight boy last night at neighbours, so that was fun.
dancing with a buch of latino homos (wwweeee) can be fun (and it was) until they all started hitting on the straight boy and when he tried to convince them that he isn't gay and attempted to pawn them off on me (thanks, brendan) they rolled their eyes and made a face and GLARED AT ME!
ok, i'm going to hop on a soap box for just a min.
*ahem*
DEAR LATINO GAY BOYS FROM NOCHE LATINO:
back the fuck off. he isn't gay. and we aren't together.
and stop rolling your eyes at me, you're going to get wrinkles. and it's just mean.
wait, go ahead and keep rolling them.
and don't make a face at me in disgust when someone tries to get you to notice someone GAY, not straight.
i might not be pretty or tall or whatever but FUCK YOU.
i'm a catch. i'm hi-larious.
and hung.
so, go eat a meal (srrsly) your shirt is too tight, you can't dance AND you don't need to bathe in that cheap-ass smelling cologne.
really.
get over yourself.
loves~
B$
*steps down from soap box*
but the crescent was a hit. brendans going away party that started out strong pittered down to just him, myself and laura (who i have strong suspicions took him home with her. you go girl) we rocked out some serious kareoke. (sp?) and Gloria started a serious dance party. who knew? good times were had by all.
and now i'm off to a possible lunch date.
stay tuned.
and scene.