The Devil's in the Details
Fuckin' A! Saturday night was a krazy ass day. Not as krazy as shooting food into outerspace to be refrigerated but kuh-razy enough. The club got to hoppin' (unforunately can't say that for the music they played), my Sir popped his gay bar cherry and was loved by both men and women alike, Amber puked on the stage!!!!!!!!!!!! HELL YEAH BITCHES! and let's not forget Eugene the homeless guy, and oh yeah, Craig's window... but need I say more about the window busted by an Army guy in a pink shirt with weaponry. Weaponry I tell you! Saturday was indeed somethin'.
Sunday while I was putting in a hard day's work, Sir B watched football with my dad and cooked dinner with my mom. He's got them like putty in his hands fer shore now. Christ my dad was discussing with him about his living arrangements after Christmas. Which is fine and all since we're supposed to be helping him find a place up here but of all the people to approach him about it parent wise and it's my dad. I bet he can't wait to be able to play father and son more frequently, that nerd. Hey, all I gotta say is TB. It's all about the TB, no pressure or anything.
4:43AM Tuesday and I just got done watching CAMP. With extra scenes, in fact, a lot of shit I had seen before. So it's true, normally I hate the type but I'll admit to my journal friends, yeah I fell for Vlad too. What I didn't know was that he was pantless to the point of naked in a scene of it. I mean I remember always him being wet but seeing him actually put on underwear, goddamn I about crapped right there! Craig do you remember this! We have to get the one with extra scenes added in. It's not any better but the fact remains, it's CAMP. We simply must. No buts about it, not even Vlad's.
I love my drag queen. If I should ever have a son, I'll hope that he dresses in drag, then we'd have something in common. Wait, does that sound as weird as it was to write?
Sunday while I was putting in a hard day's work, Sir B watched football with my dad and cooked dinner with my mom. He's got them like putty in his hands fer shore now. Christ my dad was discussing with him about his living arrangements after Christmas. Which is fine and all since we're supposed to be helping him find a place up here but of all the people to approach him about it parent wise and it's my dad. I bet he can't wait to be able to play father and son more frequently, that nerd. Hey, all I gotta say is TB. It's all about the TB, no pressure or anything.
4:43AM Tuesday and I just got done watching CAMP. With extra scenes, in fact, a lot of shit I had seen before. So it's true, normally I hate the type but I'll admit to my journal friends, yeah I fell for Vlad too. What I didn't know was that he was pantless to the point of naked in a scene of it. I mean I remember always him being wet but seeing him actually put on underwear, goddamn I about crapped right there! Craig do you remember this! We have to get the one with extra scenes added in. It's not any better but the fact remains, it's CAMP. We simply must. No buts about it, not even Vlad's.
I love my drag queen. If I should ever have a son, I'll hope that he dresses in drag, then we'd have something in common. Wait, does that sound as weird as it was to write?