prestently listening to:computer hum

intentions to: go2work

soberity level: blahblah

So, tuesday night i went up to the city to cut Jeremy's hair and hang out a bit. i never get to see that boy anymore. and it doesn't help that steve hates him.

i met jeremy at the castro safeway and we got two ridiculously cheap bottles of wine. i drove us back to his place and the hair party began. that stoopid bitch chemically straightened his hair, then bleach the fuck out of it and dyed it black hours later. to say the least, i was completely amazed he had any hair left.

i gave him a VERY stylist cut. its absolutley sex my friends. we got drunk as fuck and somewhere around 12 Ollie (of whom has since moved outta steve's place and into jeremy's) came home. jeremy and i had been sitting in his bed for over 2 hours giggling like lil girls and discussing fashion sense or the lack ther of for the majority of the public world.

Ollie came in and jumped in bed with us. we's was all sugglely comfy styles.

i was really enjoying myself when i realized how late it was and that i had classes in the morning. so, in my attempt to leave i passed a huge test...

do we all recall my lil three-some with ollie and katie about a year ago? i can't remember if i wrote about it...i'm sure i would have...

anyway, so ollie traps me in the hallway and very persuasively asks me to spend the night.

ohmigawd.ohmigawd.ohmigawd.

i passed. i won. i went home. i did not stay for the sex and good times with hot boys that was sure to cum my way if i'd stayed.

someone give me a fuckin medal or a pat on the back or somthin!

ooh brandon. i passed.