bitchboi

going to the bar the night before you work in the morning is a bad idea. But I did it again..

I was pleased that I got to see some of my favorite nicknamed people there. Rockem Sockem Robots and D.R. (dark rave). But i got to add a new one. This bald guy with huge goggles on his head, wearing a latex doctors jacket with a stethiscope (sp?) begged for a nickname. It came to me pretty quick.. DR. FEEL GOTH.

I didn't find a valentine, the only girl who came up and talked to me was... well.. just a bit larger than I care for. And what does she say.. well.. this, "Are you boys getting hit on by all the men?" then she asked my roomate and myself if we were gay or straight. It didn't stop there.. she then asked if people think we are a couple when we go out together. I'm going to have to think this is the reason I get boys hitting on me and not girls. They think I'm smoking the pole. You'd think they would want me as a friend though.. I thought gay men where the best friends to have. Or.. at least make them t hink I'd be a challenge to convert.. anything.. fucking anything..

Tomorrow is my birthday and I'm not in least bit excited in any way, shape or form. I'll more than likely just sit home and do nothing. I am excepting drugs to help me through the thought of now being in my mid thirties. Not a really big plus in my book. I did have a customer tell me he thought I was about 24 today. I guess thats a good thing. Well thats enough of all this crap..