Crap

I wrote this entire entry, and it didn’t save. OD is really screwed.

The house warming was less than a success. Everyone was out by early, but we rocked on at *cough* Cube, like it even deserves a capital letter. K and alcohol don’t mix, and I couldn’t drive home, Jamie had to drive, I left my car behind. Picked it up a few hours later. I can truely say I don’t like that place any more. It is boring, and has more straight ppl in it now that fags. Marty was looking so fucking tragic as usual, he amazes me, you think he can’t ever top his last perform, but he does. Trash, its beyond even laughing at anymore. I can’t believe I slept with it.  6 times.

I made up with Psycho boi (just to get a root). He didn’t disappoint, but I was über rude to him, and he didn’t get the point, and it would have been too much effort just to yell at him, that and I might have been horny again later on, so I kept him around [wasn’t]. His brother is just as cute, if not more so, but harder to seduce. 18yo’s are only good for one reason.

I am having trouble finding the effort to study, I may have to get Gary to set me aside a couple of hours a week at work, so I don’t have a choice. I just don’t have the energy atm.

Ok out of here. CIAO!

Song for the day: Joan Armatrading – Drop the Pilot

LPH