| Sunday Sunday |
[Jun. 26th, 2005|07:47 pm] |
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Because i am so lazy i think i am only going to write on Sundays it is after all a day for doing things that you never get round to during the week, (hmmm nonsense really) Well i was out last night writhing in the festivities of pride, well i missed all the parade stuff which holds no interest to me really. Everywhere was real busy and we didnt get into town till quite late...everyone was so pissed already, and we met one of our friends who said he had already had sex in the toilet ( in that true gay tradition)...anyway i wasnt really getting into it and feeling quite alien like really, so started downing the whiskey and cokes...and eventually was on my way. There weren't really many guys that took my eye, but a really cute guy started talking to me and next thing we were out smoking and drinking on the street (i dont smoke anymore by the way but already i have had six cigarettes this week). He was nice I kept thinking you are nice, and especially after that seedy guy i had met days before it was like a kind of welcoming experience. He said really nice things to me...Im thinking 'nice' is my word of the week...it gets dissed but at the end of the day nice is all i ever want, the rest is too dramatic and im not one for melodrama.
Skipping now to scary taxi driver on the way back to my place (with cute guy in toe)...well things progressed and we're in the taxi, driving quite fast as they tend to, suddenly our good taxi driver man is f***ing and blinding some other taxi driver out of it, for cutting him off or something...high speed car chase ensues...lovers in the backseat holding hands with fear of god in their eyes....more f***ing and blinding...and also lots of black bastard comments...this guy is a real charmer....we eventually pull up alongside the fore mentioned 'black bastard' who had cut him up. At this point i am now quite nervous as our charming taxi driver now has taken his seat belt off and is in full onslaught...a monologue including phrases such as 'monkey man' and 'go back to your country you filthy animal 'etc. It was at this point i was thinking we should maybe leg it or something...the screaming continues, and im thinking violence is probably next on his mind...anyway he eventually seems to have vented most of his rage now, and we are back on course to my place...we coy in the back seat, me thinking if he knows he has a couple of queers in the back, what can we expect next...we get home safely, i pay him off for the charming experience, and we both recount how we should have said something or perhaps taken his number, its all forgotten about minutes later as we have our toungues writhing in each other mouths...so fickle...anyway im getting bored now and will have to finish this later...but i guess you can imagine the rest... |
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[Jun. 5th, 2005|04:02 pm] |
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| | Joy Zipper | ] |
Today is Sunday and it feels like some sort of Limbo mid week kind of day. Im tired and my left tonsil is quite sore. I gargled some salt this morning (cos apparently thats what you do). It was Lo Salt my house mate bought, I think I needed real salt. My iTunes is playing a strange mix of tunes, Kirsten hersh at the moment who I havent heard in ages. Ive been listening to Joy zipper a bit today I got one of their cd's (not the sparkly new one). Anyway they are playing tonight and i kinda want to see them. The guy looks quite cute. I think im still recovering from friday night when i was woken up by a text message at 5am form some guy i had been chatting to online. He wanted me to call round to his hotel for sex, he is based in the uk, but comes over quite regularly and stays in a hotel quite near me. Anyway i couldnt get back to sleep properly afterthat and then had to get up for work on Sat at 8.30.
I also got a text from some other gay boy this morning (not so early this time) asking did i get the pic he sent. I didnt know what he meant as i hadnt heard from this guy in a month or so, but i still had his number in my phone. I told him that the message was probably sent as a mistake, i told him i probably had chatted to him a while ago cos his name was in my phone, I got the usual reply back of 'name and stats' after this i just left it. I couldnt be bothered getting into this name age stats thing again. its all so tedious and cliched at this stage.
Ive been uploading loads of pics from my weekend away last week, Im trying to decide which ones to print. They are quite arty and I got a few good ones. I want to give one to frinds of mine who got married as a present like, (how nice thoughtful like). I wasnt even at the wedding but apparently if you've been asked you should give them something like...hmm
Our freezer broke and i had to throw out the entire contents which was quite annoying there is now a kind of mini ice berg at the top of it which is probably a bad thing, but were leaving here soon so im not bothered.
I met a girl i know in Tesco, we dont know each other that well really, i just work with her, it was all very nice and polite, me with my trolley of food and her with her little basket, we talked quite maturely. Quite like the cheese i discovered called X-rated cheese. I was showing it to my friend because it is the aburdest thing ive seen in a while. The cheese is wrapped in totally Black plastic packaging with a big red X -treme written on it, (in that punk typographic style) it kinda looked like something one would find in a porn shop more than a fridge in Tesco. No wonder it was on sale at half price.
I might go gargle some more now as my throat is still sore, i hate doing it so much |
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