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.