thanks to the keen eyes of matthew, my precious jacket was recovered. Thank you and lets party again!

Another great thing about great parties is remembering things from that night, and you all have laughs and everyone has different stories about that same party that they remember. I remeber NOW that I don't have my blue jean retro jacket. and that sadenss me. And when I get sad, people die. So yeah.......

Well well well, If you were not at the BASH lastnight you missed out! There were socializing, boozin, dancin, lovin, laughin, mettin, schmokin, passing out on cars, "flaling", eatin, and just utter utter good times. Feel good time was in full affect. There were friends, not so good friends, ex boys, new boys, bumpin girls, birthday boyz, navy boyz. So yes jacksmack it was "flash light, neon lights," Party lights, ALL NITE. People lookin tight, sooo nice, thats what I like. Trisha THANK YOU for the dances. We lit the place a fire. I was there From start untill the very end. So to all thel one hundred and four of you who were in the place to be last night Thank you, and keep on rockin in the free world!

First i would like to give thanks to everyone who were around on my birthday. You have given me the best birthday ever. After a whole week of sex, drugs and rock and roll, my body is paying the toll. Dancing sleep less nights and friends makes my world go round. i did not get home saturday untill 9 the next morining. my cousin was home by then, asleep on my couch. I got juicy details and a new boy trouble. Something about sitting in the backseat of a car and the person in the passenger side is facing and gropeing you. But thats as far as it went. Sex with two different people in one week will not sit well with me. And i'm sure i will be seeing this boy again, and maybe nextt time he will get lucky. Rachel I must tell you my total surprise when you guys brought out the cake; it was a very special thing to me and I nearly cried. Southern yankee, thanks for the cd and the pretty, wrapping paper. Matt, paul and terry thanks for the jim bean black, although I don't know whre it is right now. And thanks for the fun at underground. Fredia, Thank you for being there. Jill it's ALWAYS a pleasure hanging around you. You can seriously bring cheer to a funeral. Holly thanks for the ride in your car. I look forward to our next celebration. Untill then I must sleep. Good night to you all. muah!

August 14th.I'm 21 years gold it's time for me to start drinking! :)

Things just seem to get weirder and weirder. Twin #2 likes to go to gay bars with me and "pretend to be your boyfriend". Why? Dosen't he know that he is blocking any potential ass that could cum my way? Or when I'm really drunk (which I tend not to so much) I will treat you just like my boyfriend (watch out now!). Or just maybe the fact that it is just plain weird for you do to that and claim to be a complete heterosexual male. I have thought of only one reason this straight man adventure has not come to an end; and that is because I don't have a boyfriend. You see if I had a boyfriend there will be no more " yo tk I like you, you're one sexy BITCH."- Brian "I don't see why men are not crawling all over you, If I WAS GAY I would be". -nlsn Or my personal favorate: " Tk you would be my lover If I WAS GAY".- just about all of them. No if I had a SIGNIFICANT OTHER, none of that would happen. I would not seem so avaliable to this "straight boy flirts with gay boy" bullshit. Now don't get me wrong, I flirt back. Who would'nt like handsome men around them flirting and buying drinks. I love most of them, some are even my friends. But non the less, it's entertaing. So untill one of those things called "boyfriends" come along, I guess I will remain the straight boys curiosity. Hell it's fun.

A friend of mine told me to stop going out to straight bars so much and start exploring more of the homosexual night life. She thought that I would get into less trouble there as far as men. She was wrong, although giving her the benefit of the doubt I only went to two, but I still got into trouble. Let me tell you about three men. There was a black man, a white man, and a old (51) man. The white man meets me buys me drinks, and is being a complete sweetheart. I go home with him and rock his world. It wasn't my intention, but being a victim of circumstance I did what I had to do. Then I hear he has a boyfriend *gasp and swoon* son of a bitch. I meet his boyfriend finally and guess what? He dosen't like me. Oh surprise, surprise! I stay away from white boy for a while. Then he requests my company one night at a bar. I join him there, drink up and go home, by myself. Yeah he's leaped. Black man walks up into the place and he gets straight to the point, kissing all over me, telling me that he usually dose not like dark men but he finds me so sexy and he wants to take me home. He is a dark skinned man himself. I tell him know I will not go home with him but he can have my phone number and we could be friends. Foolish me, the man wouldn't stop calling, begging me to go home with him. NOw he's a funny guy, he makes me laugh and I enjoy his company from time to time, but I don't want sex from him. He gets pissed and says "well I guess you don't like black men". and he's leaped. My old man Bill; tries so hard, he makes generally good efforts to get the ass. But I don't want a sugar daddy. I gave him a fake phone number the first time, he confronted me about it so I gave him my real one in exchange for a apple martini. Hey I have needs too. He insisted that he will be taking me home after the bar closes, because he figures that I will be getting a ride home with the bartender because "he likes me". Yeah whatever, Yeah whatever. Sorry Bill, but no. I feel really bad for Bill and I wish him the best in his upcoming sexual endeavors, he's not for me. He's leaped. Hey rejection happens in this game of love, I have been on the receiving end of it more than other. So tonight will be no gay bar night and I will see you all at the pink.

my friend, my brother, now is the time we need to be the strongest. my friend, my brother believe me when i say the storm will not last. my friend, my brother, go to sleep knowing that i am out here praying for you. my friend, my brother, we never really saw eye to eye but we loved each other heart to heart. my friend, my brother, when you come back we are going to make it better for all of us. my friend, my brother i love you.

Every wenesday now, instead of going to the pink as usual; I must go to LaLuna. A friend of mine dj's there and we go to support him. IT's fun, theres a big dance floor that we take advantage of. LALUna is located on franklin. So if any of you out there looking for a goodtime on wenesday's stop on down I will be there getting down. IF not I will see you all tommorow peace.

i F'd around and made someone jealous. But i knew it was coming. After a special midnight showing of anchor man, and a lot of booze. A friend of mine (guy friend) and myself decided to pop into the underground instead of the pink. Now this friend of mine and I are Highly flirtatious with each other first of all. we kiss, grope, and smack asses. So bringing him to the underground probably wasn't a good idea since the bartender was there (who I slept with a while back and who still has an attraction towards me i've been told). So what does he do when my friend and I walk in, well first he stares daggers at us. Then when my friend paid for his drinks the bartender slammed his change on the bar (happened more than once). Then he lightend up a little came over and held more conversation with me then he has my last four visit's there combined. So he assumed we were together and didn't like it. Some other bitch at the took it upon his self to go over and flirt with my frined while I was up singing a karaoke song. Yeah for some reason the bitch thought I wouldn't see it, but they were standing right infront of me. He went up to my frind "do you know what time it is?" my friend said he didn't know, I would have told the tramp that there is a big red digital clock on the goddamn wall. Then after my friends frist subtle shunn, the boy tried to brush his leg up against my friends leg and other region. My friend ignored it and continued to sing the song that I was singing with me. Now what pisses me off is that boy dosen't know if my friend was not my boyfriend or fuck buddy for the night. We have been sharing our drinks all night and pretty much ignoring everybody else including the bartender. So where does he get up the nerve to walk over to my friend during the 3 min song i was singing and try to get some ass from him. NOw I have flirted with peoples sig others and even done thing with them as we all know; but I was invited. This cunt wasn't. Fuckin horny acne faced, pasty ass trick. So after I sang one song we decide to leave and the bartender is at the exit having a cigarette. He says "you leavin?" I say "yup" but thinking "no shit". I pat him on the head and he watches us take off. My friend and I were not going to have sex, I knew that. I could have had sex with the bartender again. just becaue of the simple fact that I showed up to that bar with a hansome man. My friend even asked if I was gong to go home with the bartender. I said no. I was really proud of myself but now I feel kinda bad. I was thinking I should call bartender just to talk, because I am still attracted to him, or just leave him in suspense. hmmmmmm. I'll take the second option. what do you think I should do?