GOD EFFING FUDGE IT!

I went to say goodbye to my friend Gavin yesterday, who’s moving to Melbourne today.  I was gunna catch the first train there, but still managed to get there way too early (lol go Matt), I’m talking like an hour early.  However it wasn’t all bad.  I decided to just hang around outside rather than use my Go Card and get stuck inside the boring train station, so I just hung around outside on Grindr wasting a bit of time.  I noticed this group of four guys walking along the street toward me.  I thought they seemed a bit gay.  That was well and truly confirmed as they got closer into the foyer area of the train station and passed me – they were four twinks, CAMP as, clearly still drunk from the night’s festivities.  It was 4:30am after all.  Backtracking a little bit, my landlord got home from clubbing pissed as a skunk and proceded to tell me about how awesome the night was and that I should’ve been out.  He reckons Liam was out, who used to work there about a year ago but left for Sydney and has now apparently moved back up to the Gold Coast, but has quit smoking and everything and deleted facebook in an effort to do something with his life.  Good on him I say!  I’ll do the same thing when I can transfer all the photos I’ve put on my diary into a different sites album somewhere haha, I just don’t think the OD one is big enough?  I dunno I’ve never really tried it.  Doesn’t seem very huge though.  So anyway, apparently Liam’s all buff now (he used to be a skinny twink) and Andrew reckons his arms are about the same size as mine.  Nice of him to compare a guy to myself in muscle terms haha, but I am damn well looking forward to running into Liam now.  He used to be hot skinny – I can just imagine him now! 😛  Andrew didn’t remember any of the conversation the next morning, which I knew he wouldn’t.

So anyway, these four at the train station got their Maccas (it’s 24 hours at the station) and were walking back past.  I was just tapping away on my phone when one of them said something I didn’t really hear.  Another one then said, ‘Hey Matt!’.  I replied back, ‘Hey!’ without even knowing who they were.  The brunette one on the far left asked, ‘Wanna come back to ours for a gangbang?’
I kid you not.
Unfortunately I was catching my train in 20 minutes so I declined the offer.  I… DECLINED… THE… OFFER…! *SLAPS SELF IN HEAD*. 
I said, ‘any other time would be great, but I’ve only got 20 minutes until my train arrives’.  The same guy then grabbed my hand and tried to drag me along with them.  It was then I noticed that the blonde one in the group (although there were now 3, so I dunno where the hell the 4th one went who was walking the other way), was really CUTE!!  Like DAY-UM cute.  Oh well, missed opportunity haha.  I know where they live though.  They said Anatoly was asleep back at the apartment.  He’s a friend of mine!  I didn’t realise he’d moved out so close to the city.  I get the impression it’s a real 18-year old gay party house, kinda like the one I used to live in back in the Newstead days.  Speaking of, David who I used to live with there found me on facebook.  I can’t believe it!  It’s been YEARS since I heard from him.

So anyway, I got my train and used my Google Earth Map App on my phone to find where the hell to go to my mates place from the station.  I’ve been there before but I’d forgotten it had been that long.  After getting lost and going around in a circle twice and getting barked at by a massive guard dog, who’s only reason for not mauling me to shreds was a security gate between us (PHEW!), I finally found the right path I was meant to be on, and I was quite amazed by watching myself walking along the street in real view.  I mean, I was a blue dot, but all the buildings and the roads and trees were real.  I marvel at technology these days.  So I followed the path it outlined on my phone until I rocked up.  His housemate answered the door and, of course, Gavin was still in bed, so I went in and jumped on him.  They have a pet dog who went crazy when I first arrived.  What is it with me and dogs!??  The dog then behaved for a while and then went skitzo when he realised I was willing to play with him.  He kept trying to bite me though, which I didn’t mind because he was a smallish dog – real fluffy, but I made sure he didn’t try to bite any small parts like fingers cos that woulda hurt.  I let him gnaw on my knuckle for a while haha, except then I couldn’t pat him cos he just wanted to keep biting.  Oh well he was harmless. 

Gav had a shower and we took off to the Hyperdome for brekkie, which was the plan.  He wanted to say goodbye-for-now before he left.  I didn’t realise he was leaving so soon, so I had to go see him, which is why I did.  Sure I could’ve been having a gang bang with up to four cute twinks instead, but let’s hope that’s still a raincheck for later 🙂
We went to The Coffee Club.  I realised that’s where Alex works, but I couldn’t see him, or any evidence of him having worked there, as I was scouring the array of awards scattered along the wall with names listed for employee of the month and I didn’t see his name anywhere.  My friend Dave used to date him, that’s the only reason I knew or know he works there.  If he still does, I dunno.  We both ordered big breakfasts for $18 each – I figured that was alright.  Problem was Gavin was so hungover (he’s an alcoholic) that he couldn’t even eat a bite of his food once it arrived – instead going to the bathroom twice to hurl his guts up and he ended up getting a doggy-bag to take it home.  I paid for the food and we were going to get in a taxi to go back to his, but it was apparent he was only going to sleep when he got home, so I said it’d be a lot easier if I just catch a bus home from there, as they have a bus station.  So I hugged him goodbye and I found my bus and rode it home.  Was good to see him. 

I thought this sign was cute.

I got home around midday I think, but couldn’t sleep for some reason so just stayed awake.  At about 4pm I decided to nap, but next thing I knew my phone was ringing and I was late for work.  Shit.  Worst feeling ever.  I said I’d make it in by 10pm.  The new girl who was on before me has kids so she was freaking out because she was stuck there until I arrived.  That’s what happens, if someone’s late, you gotta cover em, no overtime, just normal rates.  I managed to catch the last bus from the city (being a shitty Sunday timetable) and jaywalked sprinting across the road, just catching it in time, and I walked into work at 9:30pm.  Not bad for waking up 25 minutes beforehand.  I’m sure I looked like a shaggy-haired cockatoo but meh, I ironed my shirt in that time! 🙂

Work wasn’t bad.  I just felt bad for being late.  Of course, all the regulars were there so they all KNEW I was late and Icopped shit all night for it.  Oh well, not much I could do about it, and I knew they’d all know because the new girl is the biggest gossip queen ever.  I was only a half hour late, could’ve been worse.

So my dad managed to piss me right off last night.  In response to the video’s I shared yesterday of the equal rights rally held here on Brisbane over the weekend, he wussingly sends me this via inbox on facebook

Way to go dad – piss me off.  And I’m at work.  At first it didn’t bother me but then it did because it’s been such a long time since he’s gone and pulled a stint like this.  You can see my response.  I didn’t think it justified an elaborate response.

But then I went and did something bitchy and wrote a status that I was worried would come back to bite me in the arse.  But I told myself, ‘you know what?  He’s made me feel like shit for nearly nine years now, so he can have a taste of his own medicine!!!’  That’s how I justified posting my bitchy status in the early hours of this morning.  I was pissed off, I was upset, and yeah I probably should have thought more before I posed it but I’d literally had enough.  As I type this now, he hasn’t replied, but I’d be damn near certain he would have noticed it and I’ll probably get anotehr bible-bashing fucking bullshit text or inbox note later on.  Seriously, fucking GROW UP!!!  I’m that pissed off I’m seriously even considering not attending his 60th birthday in two weeks time.  Why the fuck should I when I just get treated like a child?

Does anyone think that’s bitchy?  It is for me.  Thankfully I’ve had a supportive response from some friends so that made me smile.  Because I posted it so early in the morning and I wasn’t receiving any feedback, it kept ticking over in my head’ oh maybe I should delete it?’ and then I worried I might offend my female friends, but it’s not about that at all – I LOVE my chick friends but I just don’t see myself MARRYING one.  I can definitely see myself marrying a GUY but only when my country stops seeing it as such a JOKE just like my stupid dad does.  But then ‘nah fuck it’ won out with the decision to leave the status.  I want my dad to feel as shit as I have over the last few years, and I’m hoping this makes him think so.  I have all my family and rellies on facebook.  If he wants to hide behind a private message, I’ll bring it out of the woodwork.

Now I’m just waiting for the ‘gay-conversion-camp’ vans to pull up outside my house.  Wouldn’t surprise me.  Dad will never change.  Whenever I’m out at the farm, nearly nine years on I repeat, he asks me if I have a girlfriend – as though the whole thing is some sort of joke or dream he’s woken up from.  FUCK OFF!!!

I absolutely slammed the gym after work, I was THAT pissed off.  I pushed weights I normally wouldn’t even be able to do reps of 4 of.  I did double that.  I’ve added chin-ups to my routine and I’m finding that I really like them.  I was looking at myself in the mirror at gym this morning, with my arms above me in the handles, and being proud of how I looked.  If only my eyes could have taken a picture.  I looked like I felt model-worthy.

It’s good to feel good about something at least.