here i go dissapointing people and being gay again.

being gay literally. went to mickeys on santa monica blvd. this would be my 3rd time.

this short pan-hispanic guy started rubbing his butt on me, then a guy got me from behind, and before i knew it i was in a gay sandwich. they should have held the luke tho. no wait. they shouldn't. bad pun. arghhhhh.

at least this 30 year old drunk girl told me i was handsome by the end of the night. then promptly ran away. perhaps to the bathroom to throw up. perhaps to hit on the next "fake gay guy" in line.

anyway. something always happens there. i'd rather take the slaps on the ass than a gay sanwich tho.

::authors note.... i am not gay, but my roommate is, he invited me to the forementioned thing, all expenses paid, so i went, like a dumbass::