I was the DD tonight, no that doesn’t mean the dancing diva. I watched as the Bar around me filled with Bros of all colors… and by colors i mean white guys with different visors and north face sunglasses holders. Remember that thing i told you about girls being dumb when they are fighting  (not to say i am pretty dumb a lot of times) O.K. one of the girls decided to take it beyond souther bell and yes that is right punched the other in the face and told her that Her face needed an abortion. I was pretty much impressed with this statement because the girl was pretty drunk and to hear that through her slurring was pretty impressive. Needless to say i took home the girl with the black eye… She’s a lady whoaoaoaoa shes a lady talkin about my own. On the way home one of the girls was sober and she is my favorite and we tryed to keep the other too calm. I know I say i’m a gay trapped here for the summer but I feel really bad for some of the girls who have never left the south. This nice Sober girl is a catch I mean she’s smart and pretty and damn fierce. Well most people would think to pick her up for their own but not the south. The boy she was seeing she found out tonight that he pretty much used her as a cover girl he invited her to his parental events to impress mom and dad and then at the clubs he is all up on some of the may i say “less classy girls” aka skanks. I just hate how girls haft to dumb themselves down to get anything in the south. on a lighter note i got felt up on the dance floor by heavy chick yes my parents would be proud … tomorrow night i finally get to see the one gay club in town … be there or be square :)

I love being in the south because of the stupidity that occurs when the girls I know fight. I was once told by one of my friends mothers “If you were a real boy i would make you leave the room when I fight with these ladies but since you have ovaries somewhere in there you can stay.” needless to say she was a drunk and i enjoyed her odd company so i did stay but that doesn’t mean I like it. So back to the story at hand… these girls i know called each other whores in front of a very classy bar in a section of town called the hill. let me explain how my town works. There are two types of money (having money in this town is no where near the amount of a New Yorker it just means your upper middle class.) Old money which means they live on “The Hill” and new money which means they worked for it and live in or around the only gated community in augusta. So I was sitting at the table at this bar playing trivia (this is the only way natives stay privy to the outside world. this occurs every wed.) so I was not paying attention but apparently these cats went at it for a good 30 minutes befor someone asked them to leave. funny … and yet so stupid. Alright so I fit in the mix because now the girls want me to pick a side and since i barely know these girls that are fighting I will choose the more pretty and sassy one. So i am going to dinner tonight at one of Augusta’s finest places to have dinner Macaroni grill bahahahah to discus what we are going to do with this other girl. Super excited I feel like i’m on an even dumber episode of the Hills … Get it because this is old money and they live on the Hill…. talk to yall soon 

So i’m about to go to college and i’m worried about a few things. My twin who is straight and identical to me was sent off to basic training today after having been sent home due to mono… (who was he making out with in the barracks) actually he was sharing water bottles with a kid who had mono but still a fun conversation. oh one of my friends aunts is dying which is so not cool. I am trapped in Georgia which is nice but its augusta (which is nicknamed disgusta by the army people who move through here) so it gets old. My sister and i traveled Europe for a month and i did some crazy things there (hypocondria doesn’t help that. but tests help my hypocondria. so all will be fine i hope) I want to be famous which duh who doesn’t, problem I am out which makes it harder to be a famous actor. My parents want me to go into medicine but unfortunatly as fun as that would be i already have a hard enough time as it is staring at medical text books and feeling bad for people who have terminal diseases and then I drive my self crazy thinking i have that disease in which i just read about. So step one at this cross road live and let live. easier said than done. 

llsn asked: is it true, you once had an 'encounter'
with a married father?

yes some chocolate man i can’t believe it. thank you jose 

I am a hypocondriac dislexic meaning i don’t know how to spell either of those things. i am also gay which is fun but worry-some. and also i participate in the art of lazy so i don’t use spell check get use to it peeps. I can’t wait to read and hear from yall :) super excited.