What am I supposed to take pride in? The excessive amount of booze and/or drugs I take in? The excessive amount of anonymous sex I take part in? Whatever excess it takes, let’s get this going!
I bought a new pair of shoes. And tested them out by dance battling one of my danciest lesbians. We both got hit on mid-battle.
The dj I brought home a couple weeks ago invited me to be on his bar’s float at the pride parade. Is this an empty gesture? Will he follow through? Is there a reason I accompanied a soggy asian gay girl through the McDonald’s drive-thru at 5:30am?
In any case, stay tuned for Awkward Nights: Pride Part Deux
Have you ever eaten too much right before you go out? And you feel like some kind of landlocked orca? No matter how many times you get hit on, you still feel huge. Too. Much. Eggplant. Parmesan. Srsly.
Why do I only meet lesbians when I go out? Do I look like a lesbian? Will I appear on this list someday: http://menwholooklikeoldlesbians.blogspot.com? Are butch lesbians the new twink?
Maybe I should just go straight. Buy a pair of pastel plaid bro-shorts, a Hollister shirt, and go see Austin Powers 3.5: The Spy Who Love Guru‘ed. What kind of future does this life hold for me????
Laterz!
Why the fuck did I start this “weblog?”
1. As a tool to help my booze-addled brain remember what I did the night previous?
2. To waste time at work.
3. Does it really matter? I’ll probably give up after a few days.
4. To become a minor blog celebrity that daily gets an inbox full of n00dz from fanboys.
Whatever. It’s open to interpretation. Welcome to Awkward Nights.
*Edit: Probably number 4. p.s. Do you like the banana smoothie layout? WordPress Layout Editor tells me it’s “very personal.”
