Fuck her mind, so they can fuck her silly!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
retractions
I just went back and saw my blog about the Bears Gone Wild. That was kind of harsh, coz Eric and Brent are super sweet and funny. My mood was just pissy. The pic is good, tho. So, the post stays. . . Pride was a haze. I never knew being a FAG meant you have to drink soooo much. Actually, fuck that, I know and love it!!! Up with GAY DRUNKS and the tricks that love them.
Really? Serious?
http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/opinion/la-op-kaye4feb04,1,5839914.story?coll=la-news-comment
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Your toe is open, dude.
I got me some nice cargo shorts from ol' naves, a nice vintage looking shirt (totally bomb) and some open toed Teva sandals.
FIERCE!
FIERCE!
Friday, June 15, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
IN MY HEART
My amazing mother is going into surgery today. She has breast cancer and needs to get both boobies removed. She's a beautiful, loving person and it's so sad to watch her go through this. Please think positive thoughts about her so that energy can help her recover without more turmoil. The picture is us getting wasted and shooting guns at my parents' house.
Friday, June 8, 2007
once again
We love Lee's Face!!!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
present this 'castrobear'
Castrobear? That sounds pretty fucking lame to me. After this spout of sour ontological heirarchy, the name represents most of what disgusts me in gayville. "Don't you know who I am?" CASTROBEAR!! LAZERS!!
Thanks to him, he 'tipped the scale' at the FatBar to the point of my termination. Good RIddance to bad blubber! I've never been so fed up with a work situation like I was there. Hoof n' Poof and Tweaky totally walked me into a better mind frame. I feel no resentment twords them, but I'll probably keep my distance. . . for a while. With my current monetary set-up, I'll be living for those Beer Busts in a couple of weeks .
Thinking back on those 2 years, I can honestly say I became a tougher more confident asshole, my skin's thickness augmented a few times over. Also, there were some people who touched me. . .
Yet, it wasn't a place for me. I just did not fit in at all (at times I actually wanted to). I'm different from the bears, I don't like Kylie or Clarkson, Dreamgirls or Brokeback. I like Crass and Wire, Liquid Sky and Rockers. This shouldn't be a hinderance in a bar-type social life, but I kind of perpetuated it. . . Eh, c'est la vie.
People should support that place, it's an institution and a legend. To a degree it celebrates a choice to be different from the mainstream, but it also celebrates the fattest people with the most vapid brains.
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