Thursday, August 28, 2003
TONIGHT IS THE MTV VIDEO MUSIC AWARDS!
Rock. The show goes way too long, but other than that, I am muchly excited. My friend Angie is coming over to watch them with me. She stopped by my place last night and we talked for awhile about her grandmother. Pretty much, things are not going well. There isn't much hope left. I feel terrible for her. It’s the last living grandparent that she has. Angie has been in complete control of the situation and I told her that if and when she needs to release some of the pent up emotion, I am here for her. She asked if I would watch the award show with her tonight and I immediately felt like that was the right thing to do. Poor thing.
Last night Paul ran lines with me for my show. He was so adorable during the whole thing. He asked me tons of questions about my part in the play and made me laugh over and over. Things are going so well for us right now and I wish I could be with him every day. I’m not going to see him again until after Labor Day and that totally blows. I wish things were different and that he could come with me to the Pocono’s this weekend. I live for the day when my boyfriend will be able to go to events with me, as not only my date, but my lover. Sick…lover. Some day maybe.
Thank God that Rita’s fiancé isn’t going to the Pocono’s either. Rita and I have already planned on jumping on each other and French kissing the second we get together. I am going to impregnate her with my tongue. Since Rita planned the trip, she, my friend Erica, and I get to sleep in the big master bedroom at the condo. It sounds AMAZING! We will be like three bugs in a beautiful looking rug. Beautiful because Erica and Rita are Hot City, USA. Actually all the girls are Hot City, Usa. For some reason, these 5 beautiful women wanted to be MY friend in college. It’s pretty great. I’m totally getting some.
Lick my cunt.
I have been a VERY bad boy this week. I ate two slices of pizza on Tuesday and today, after I promised myself that I would be healthy, I ate another slice. The grease dribbled off my chin as I stroked my cock in pizza heaven. It was the most erotically disgusting thing that I have ever done. Oh man it was so good. And just to piss Angela off, I had TWO diet cokes today. Take your egg smelling farts and leave me with my oh so delicious soda pop.
Ok, can I stop writing like a fucking weirdo today?
Last night when I was hanging with Angie, she told me that when she was in Mexico a couple months ago, she was walking down the street and bumped right into a man that was taking a shit on the street. She bumped into him just as the long dook was hanging out of his ass and ready to break off. Startled, she took a step back and saw (with her own blue eyes) the poop string break off and fall to the ground. It was long and nast. I burst out laughing and we decided that the new term for when poop falls out of your ass is “breaking point”. Angie and I had a good laugh and then I horked all over her face.
Think of me tonight as Justin Timberlake performs on stage. Also think of me when Britney and Madonna pretend they’re friends and sing Like a Virgin. Madonna’s voice is so weak and destroyed at this point, that I wonder who will be the tighter lip-syncher. MTV says that they ban lip-synching at the awards show, but these two bitches couldn’t belt out a tune if you paid them. Oh yeah…MTV IS paying them. Be ready for sweet, melodic whispers to come out of their mouths.
Do NOT think of me when Kelly Osbourne does anything. Unless she falls flat on her doughy face. Then think of me dying laughing.
Do NOT think of me when Christina Aguilera is eating 17 cheeseburgers and wiping the melted cheese all over her sweaty, stupid body.
And for the love of Georgia, please don’t think of me if any more late 80’s, early 90’s metal heads jump back into the scene with their rendition of “Paradise City”. You understand.
I gotta take a crap.
Enjoy the show!
Rock. The show goes way too long, but other than that, I am muchly excited. My friend Angie is coming over to watch them with me. She stopped by my place last night and we talked for awhile about her grandmother. Pretty much, things are not going well. There isn't much hope left. I feel terrible for her. It’s the last living grandparent that she has. Angie has been in complete control of the situation and I told her that if and when she needs to release some of the pent up emotion, I am here for her. She asked if I would watch the award show with her tonight and I immediately felt like that was the right thing to do. Poor thing.
Last night Paul ran lines with me for my show. He was so adorable during the whole thing. He asked me tons of questions about my part in the play and made me laugh over and over. Things are going so well for us right now and I wish I could be with him every day. I’m not going to see him again until after Labor Day and that totally blows. I wish things were different and that he could come with me to the Pocono’s this weekend. I live for the day when my boyfriend will be able to go to events with me, as not only my date, but my lover. Sick…lover. Some day maybe.
Thank God that Rita’s fiancé isn’t going to the Pocono’s either. Rita and I have already planned on jumping on each other and French kissing the second we get together. I am going to impregnate her with my tongue. Since Rita planned the trip, she, my friend Erica, and I get to sleep in the big master bedroom at the condo. It sounds AMAZING! We will be like three bugs in a beautiful looking rug. Beautiful because Erica and Rita are Hot City, USA. Actually all the girls are Hot City, Usa. For some reason, these 5 beautiful women wanted to be MY friend in college. It’s pretty great. I’m totally getting some.
Lick my cunt.
I have been a VERY bad boy this week. I ate two slices of pizza on Tuesday and today, after I promised myself that I would be healthy, I ate another slice. The grease dribbled off my chin as I stroked my cock in pizza heaven. It was the most erotically disgusting thing that I have ever done. Oh man it was so good. And just to piss Angela off, I had TWO diet cokes today. Take your egg smelling farts and leave me with my oh so delicious soda pop.
Ok, can I stop writing like a fucking weirdo today?
Last night when I was hanging with Angie, she told me that when she was in Mexico a couple months ago, she was walking down the street and bumped right into a man that was taking a shit on the street. She bumped into him just as the long dook was hanging out of his ass and ready to break off. Startled, she took a step back and saw (with her own blue eyes) the poop string break off and fall to the ground. It was long and nast. I burst out laughing and we decided that the new term for when poop falls out of your ass is “breaking point”. Angie and I had a good laugh and then I horked all over her face.
Think of me tonight as Justin Timberlake performs on stage. Also think of me when Britney and Madonna pretend they’re friends and sing Like a Virgin. Madonna’s voice is so weak and destroyed at this point, that I wonder who will be the tighter lip-syncher. MTV says that they ban lip-synching at the awards show, but these two bitches couldn’t belt out a tune if you paid them. Oh yeah…MTV IS paying them. Be ready for sweet, melodic whispers to come out of their mouths.
Do NOT think of me when Kelly Osbourne does anything. Unless she falls flat on her doughy face. Then think of me dying laughing.
Do NOT think of me when Christina Aguilera is eating 17 cheeseburgers and wiping the melted cheese all over her sweaty, stupid body.
And for the love of Georgia, please don’t think of me if any more late 80’s, early 90’s metal heads jump back into the scene with their rendition of “Paradise City”. You understand.
I gotta take a crap.
Enjoy the show!
