"Gay men understand what’s important clothes, compliments and cocks"

Last night I went out with my friends. One of these friends is Allen - as Allen announced before on this blog, he’s very gay. I’ve made a very wonderful deduction… I love gay men. Not only are all of my gay friends more fun they’re also so much more attentive.

My gay boyfriend, Allen, is fantastic because he firmly believes that no other man in the world is good enough for me. So he’ll bad talk anyone at anytime with me anytime I need to. Not to mention that when I have a real boyfriend I can still have like 4 other gay boyfriends who are usually better kissers.

Another thing I’ve noticed is that my gay friends are actually funny. My straight friends think that the "pull my finger" joke is hilarious. It’s not guys. It’s really not. …err maybe it is a little bit.

Anyway, I’m back in Ontario, as you may have figured out. Basically … I’ve watched Sex and the City, gone out drinking and been to my old highschool. We’ve almost gotten through all of season 4, Sam and her sister think I’m pretty pathetic considering I can say each episode’s entire script.

I saw my brother last night, my gay boyfriend and our third wheel lover Kate at the Queen’s Head Pub. Samis and her friend Stella were there as well and Stu, my brother’s friend. We drank too much beer and I had my first shot of liquid cocaine. The funniest thing of the night is when we got onto the go bus to head back to Clarkson and the guy beside us started puking all over. It was disgustingly hilarious.

I ended up getting locked in a room with all three of my favorite highschool teachers and they started going off about how screwed up the world is. It was entertaining, to say zee least. One I want to marry, one that taught me the most out of everyone I’ve ever met and one who has had a life I wish I could have. (Minus the time he got worms in Nepal and had to poop in buckets.)

Tomorrow I go to Guelph to see my mother, Sunday/Monday I go to Windsor to see my sister, Tuesday/Wednesday I play in Guelph with mom and Thursday/Friday I go back to Mississauga and fly home. I miss BC and the mountains… OH! I bought a wicked pack. It’s big and pretty.