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2005-11-27 - 11:55 a.m.
skinny legs and all

tick tock - madonna

hey

the rolling stones concert was amazing!

they fucking rule.

so fucking good.

so so so so so so so so so so so so fucking good.

the death cab show the next week was also fantastic.

stars were the openers and they were excellent.

this death cab show was different from the one last year.

this one was more....energized? i'm not sure that's the word.

i dunno.

it was just way more lively feeling.

the crowd was also more a bit more into it, which totally helps.

got a new digital camera.

love it!

finally got a new deck.

it's a "stereo" deck.

stereo's co-owned by jason "my name is earl" lee.

the decks are so beautiful, you almost don't wanna ride 'em.

what else....work, gym, out, bed, sex, repeat.

you know, just like the usual.

the day before thanksgiving was patches' birthday.

she called and invited us to go out w/ her and some friends.

we were in, 'natch.

* a little background *

i think that i mentioned something about a little blow out patches and i had awhile back.

it wasn't some HUGE ass screaming, cussing scene.

there was some nastiness though. she was a bitch, i was a cunt....and that's the deal.

that argument was a long time coming, if you ask me.

lots of stuff that we had been holding in / holding on to.

yeah, we've spoken since then.

it's been kinda weird.

not awful, but, weird all the same.

i love that girl.

don't get me wrong.

i had to help her celebrate.

we got to west l.a. early, so we took her to lunch in malibu. it was a beautiful day.

we were sitting out on the patio, eating, and i was stretching my legs out (i had shorts on) and she was like, "your legs are so skinny".

she said it loudly and it startled me cuz i was stretching out and not even paying attention to her and she just sorta announces that my legs are skinny or whetever.

i just put my legs down real fast and she started laughing at me. i was kind of annoyed, but, whatever.

she does this.

she looks me over and comments on my whatever. body, clothes, hair.

i always feel embarrassed by this and because of this, i don't even wanna get into it with her.

you know?

or, truthfully, i'm too embarrassed to get into it.

yeah, you know, like the last thing i'm gonna do is stutter and stammer while i'm trying to make a point.

actually, the first thing she said when she saw me on wednesday was, "you always wear the same thing, wifebeater and shorts, wifebeater and shorts".

it's like, dude, i'm full on southern cali to the bone, right?

it's beautiful here. the weather is all about shorts and t shirts or beaters or no shirt.

i'm not getting into my body or any of that fucking shit.

whatever

i didn't say anything. i did get embarrassed. i sorta looked down and i could feel myself blushing.

i know she noticed because she said, "i didn't mean it in a bad way. you look gorgeous, as usual"

i think she felt badly.

matty just kinda picked up the slack and started talking about whatever.

but, see? that's the first thing she does when we see each other.

she absolutely has got to comment on my appearance.

good, bad, or whatever. she's gotta do it.

why, dude?

like, what the fuck, you know?

anyway, fuck this topic.

so, so retarded.

we went to circus disco in hollywood.

circus has been around forever and it's very latino friendly.

it was club papis' 6th annual brown party.

we had so much fun.

there was one hot ass papi go go boy.

he was a mean looking hardcore type.

tats and a lean sexy body

hot as hell

matty dared me to slip him a dollar and i kept saying no.

then, patches joined in, so i had both of them bugging me.

why wouldn't matty do it, or patches for that matter?

see, i'm not the only one who gets shy.

fuckers.

anyway, i go up to him and he's on a platform, so he looks down at me and gets on his knees and pulls on the waistband of his tiny briefs. i stick my dollar in and he takes my wrist and sorta pushes my hand in further so i'm fully feeling his dick. he looks at me and i go for broke, grab his balls and release the dollar. he puts his arms around me and kisses me on the cheek.

not bad for a dollar, huh?

then, the worst thing happens......

he speaks.

after the kiss on the cheek he whispers, "thank you, baby" in the faggiest voice ever.

i mean truman capote, liberace, and paul lynde have got nothing on this guy.

he totally ruined it.

this hard looking latino love god dancing above us all.

visions of gang initiations, prison rape, and car jackings gone sexual dancing inappropriately in my head.....

then, be fucking blows it.

bummer.

it was great being with my gays.

dancing shirtless and just being free.