Drunk and Beer.

Scott never phoned like he said he would.

Today was fun, though, excluding the aforementioned event. Meghan and I biked around Wolfe Island, which tunred out to be a more-than-fun trip, and I don't mean sexually, and I do mean in a way that excludes the fact that we had to bike against the wind for an extended period of time. Meghan and I enjoyed each other's company. It was enjoyable, and It's an area (somehwere in Wolfe Island) where I'd love to have out-door sex; it's a place where you can lay in farmer's fields doing whatever the fuck you want. IE: sex, and lots of it.

Later on we had the greatest pitas known to man, courtesy of  Meghan. Then, all of a sudden, we ended up in Bryan's house, pounding back beer. And then we ended up at Shoeless Joe's after awhile, drunk of our asses, discussing a lot of random stuff. I'm still drunk, so I really dont'know how much sense this entry is going to make. But, then again, I don't give a flying fuck (yes, a fuck that can fly) because I'm too god damn tired. Until we meet again, Queen's...Cheers. God. I'm so horny. Bryan asked me to join his three-some a little while ago. I was so gung-ho then; I was not experienced to these "gay-0culture" things. Maybe I'll have a four-some now. Don't know how that'd work. Maybe the idea of "doing it" with another couple int he room might be a huge turn on.

It's funny, really; I'm so glad I'm gay; I don't have to fall into any straight men stereotypes; I don't havge to show my "masculinity" as so many straight males do. I feel sorry for them in a way. They don't have the "freedom" of a homosexual environment where it doesn't matter what the fuck they do; they are free to do whatever the fuck they want, provided they don't do anything harmful to themselves or others. Okay, I'm drunk and tired. You know what that means? Sleep.