I'm a fag hag.
Brother's, one of the local gay clubs, throws this huge black party every year and it is finally here! Saturday!! Brandon (one of my new best friends- we are attached at the hip) did not trust me to dress myself, so he took me shopping today- so funny. I ended up with a really hot little black dress, and I don't know that I will get hit on- it's pretty common for people to show up in lingerie- but it looks awesome. Since it gives spacce to be outrageous, I told Brandon to pick something that I would not normally wear, so he did. But he says I have a "classic beauty" and he didn't wanna fuck it up, so it is still really attractive.
Getting a haircut tomorrow, also something extreme... Rollie may kill me, it will be boy-short, but still femme... I have to be able to pull off "cute" at work, because it is the easiest way for me to take people's money.
Sheena, this absolutely fucking hot girl that can kiss like no other, is doing my make-up for the party, and it is going to be so much fun. I went to Brother's tonight with Brandon, but we passed by her house first to drop off some of her stuff. She took me to her room and put stuff on my eyes and a little on my face, and it looked really gorgeous (Rollie would like it a lot more than he will like my hair!). It was subtle- it will be a bit more extreme on Saturday. So excited!
Don't have shoes. Don't really have time to get any, either. Hmm. Soccer sandals?
So I met this really awesome girl at Brother's tonight, but I was on a deal with Brandon that I could not kiss anyone tonight because last night I kissed three different girls (one is bi, one's a lesbian, and one is a straight girl that wanted to sleep in bed with me last night. I told her okay, she could fall asleep to a movie with me, and we were watching Lost and Delirious- the only one I have right now- when she turned around and started making out with me). So when Ronnie, the new girl from tonight, went to kiss me, I had to turn away. I didn't wanna make her feel bad 'cause I was definitely feeling her, so I told her about the bet and she already had my number (I don't have hers- I had left my phone in the car) and made her promise to call me tomorrow.
Tomorrow night is Down Below, a club/restaurant that goes gay on Friday nights. Ronnie's gonna come!
I don't want Dayi to see my hair until Saturday, so I was like, it's okay, I'll just avoid her until then and wear a hat around Osceola- I always tuck my hair up in it anyways. But she has said hat, and I called her up here because I had to show her. Brandon does drag, so when we passed by his house I found a shirt that I liked and he told me to try it on. I wore it, along with his little jean skirt and- ready- his black strapless bra. Fucking hilarious. I told her I needed my hat, but she wouldn't give it to me because she was wearing it. I told her I needed it for school tomorrow, so I am picking it up in the morning.
Then, when she was up here as I was showing her Brandon's clothes on me, she was like, Are we still doing Down Below tomorrow? Damnit, I thought that she would have forgotten and I wouldn't have to bring her. I looked at her (I had just told her about Ronnie) and asked, Do you really wanna come? Her face broke, her eyes cracked, and I felt so bad. I told her I want her to come, because I do. I have so much fun with her, and I love dancing with her. Then I explained that I couldn't tell her why, it was just something that I was going to do that I didn't want her to know about yet. She told me it was okay and she wouldn't come, but it was not worth hurting her. So I will just wear my hat there, too. -=0) I think she thinks it is something that I am going to do, like, with someone or to someone or for someone or something- not something physical that I am changing about myself.
Basically, I want her to be surprised when she sees me at the party on Saturday. Shock value.
She's going with Devin.
I really like Devin, and she is absolutely gorgeous- I cannot even compete- but regardless, there is always a slight competition from me towards her. I mean, she has the love of my life. You know? So I want Dayi to see me and think that I am beautiful. Of course, she likes me with long hair, but I found a really cute cut and I'm doing it.
I'm so excited!! I am finally going to do something even though other people are telling me not to, because I want to.
Rollie, do you know that I miss you more and more each day? I find you crossing my thoughts more and more frequently. Sometimes it is nothing, and sometimes it is concern and then I begin to worry. I have to tell myself that it is not our brainwave, that it is just me overreacting, You would call me if something was wrong, wouldn't you? I love you, you know.
Getting a haircut tomorrow, also something extreme... Rollie may kill me, it will be boy-short, but still femme... I have to be able to pull off "cute" at work, because it is the easiest way for me to take people's money.
Sheena, this absolutely fucking hot girl that can kiss like no other, is doing my make-up for the party, and it is going to be so much fun. I went to Brother's tonight with Brandon, but we passed by her house first to drop off some of her stuff. She took me to her room and put stuff on my eyes and a little on my face, and it looked really gorgeous (Rollie would like it a lot more than he will like my hair!). It was subtle- it will be a bit more extreme on Saturday. So excited!
Don't have shoes. Don't really have time to get any, either. Hmm. Soccer sandals?
So I met this really awesome girl at Brother's tonight, but I was on a deal with Brandon that I could not kiss anyone tonight because last night I kissed three different girls (one is bi, one's a lesbian, and one is a straight girl that wanted to sleep in bed with me last night. I told her okay, she could fall asleep to a movie with me, and we were watching Lost and Delirious- the only one I have right now- when she turned around and started making out with me). So when Ronnie, the new girl from tonight, went to kiss me, I had to turn away. I didn't wanna make her feel bad 'cause I was definitely feeling her, so I told her about the bet and she already had my number (I don't have hers- I had left my phone in the car) and made her promise to call me tomorrow.
Tomorrow night is Down Below, a club/restaurant that goes gay on Friday nights. Ronnie's gonna come!
I don't want Dayi to see my hair until Saturday, so I was like, it's okay, I'll just avoid her until then and wear a hat around Osceola- I always tuck my hair up in it anyways. But she has said hat, and I called her up here because I had to show her. Brandon does drag, so when we passed by his house I found a shirt that I liked and he told me to try it on. I wore it, along with his little jean skirt and- ready- his black strapless bra. Fucking hilarious. I told her I needed my hat, but she wouldn't give it to me because she was wearing it. I told her I needed it for school tomorrow, so I am picking it up in the morning.
Then, when she was up here as I was showing her Brandon's clothes on me, she was like, Are we still doing Down Below tomorrow? Damnit, I thought that she would have forgotten and I wouldn't have to bring her. I looked at her (I had just told her about Ronnie) and asked, Do you really wanna come? Her face broke, her eyes cracked, and I felt so bad. I told her I want her to come, because I do. I have so much fun with her, and I love dancing with her. Then I explained that I couldn't tell her why, it was just something that I was going to do that I didn't want her to know about yet. She told me it was okay and she wouldn't come, but it was not worth hurting her. So I will just wear my hat there, too. -=0) I think she thinks it is something that I am going to do, like, with someone or to someone or for someone or something- not something physical that I am changing about myself.
Basically, I want her to be surprised when she sees me at the party on Saturday. Shock value.
She's going with Devin.
I really like Devin, and she is absolutely gorgeous- I cannot even compete- but regardless, there is always a slight competition from me towards her. I mean, she has the love of my life. You know? So I want Dayi to see me and think that I am beautiful. Of course, she likes me with long hair, but I found a really cute cut and I'm doing it.
I'm so excited!! I am finally going to do something even though other people are telling me not to, because I want to.
Rollie, do you know that I miss you more and more each day? I find you crossing my thoughts more and more frequently. Sometimes it is nothing, and sometimes it is concern and then I begin to worry. I have to tell myself that it is not our brainwave, that it is just me overreacting, You would call me if something was wrong, wouldn't you? I love you, you know.