Aug 17, 2005 00:56
While I was out seeing the Dukes of Hazzard, I got four messages from four fabulous gay men. One wanted to buy me dinner in exchange for copy editing; another wanted to find out about my journal; another bid me good night; and the final one wants to "hang out" (read: have sex) tomorrow. I'll definitely accept one of the offers buried in there. But the other one...I just don't know. I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. I mean, dinner is a big commitment.
Believe it or not, I enjoyed the Dukes of Hazzard, although I felt disgusting for doing so. Kane (my best friend who will be back in town Sunday!) told me I'd like the movie if I liked to hear people say "son of a bitch" repeatedly. Several times when I laughed I just felt dirty. I'm also prepared to admit that the Duke boys are hot. They could run moonshine for me any day. They had a good pearl of wisdom, too: Better to lose a lover than to love a loser.
Max hit a deer on the way home from the movie and royally fucked up his car. He was trying to drive like a Duke, no doubt. General Lee's got nothin' on his Corolla.
There's a certain lad I've had in mind who I wish would come around. If that's really who he is. He flirts with me a lot, he's way cute and he has really big hands. Several days ago he apologized for the fact that he's "dating a girl pretty seriously." He touches me a lot. And went out of his way to tell me goodbye. He had to have made her up. Right? =\
Ryan is saucy. Ryan is going to perform at Austin City Limits Festival. Ryan is finally free. Ryan is completely innocent. Ryan is still kind of cute (ok, not as cute as Barack).
That was kind of fun. Go to Google and search for "(your first name here) is," pick your five favorites, and voila! I saw it in Jason's journal. It made me smile.