Gay dance clubs rock my socks off. There were boys doing hula on to of the bar in hula outfits, which they then lost in order to dance in their red tighty whities, and dancing, much dancing, and the comdom guys gave me glowy things when they were leaving, and also condoms... I didn't qualify for the glowy things earlier, because they were giving them to people who engaged in risky sex and wanted to get tested, and I barely get to have sex anyways... We got drunk before we went over, I broke my shoe on the way over, and ended up walking home barefoot. There were these odd people who got kicked out of the club, and were saying something about the number 13, and I saw my friend Julian from freshman year. I was a superstar, at the gay bar (it's a club, I know) wootness.

Older Stuff:
i'm a chargin mah laz0rz. - September 30, 2008
the summertime blues - June 21, 2008
my life so far - March 22, 2008
empty pockets - February 19, 2008
speech pattern changes - March 12, 2007

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