2012 - Bring It On...

I've made some adjustments in 2011. Accomplished some goals. Left behind some more drama and unnecessary people.

Now I'm looking forward to 2012. I'm looking forward to conquer more goals. I want to travel more. On my list so far is the Bahamas, DC and NY. If I can, I'll squeeze in N.O. and another trip to Miami. I still need to head to the west coast since I still haven't been that way yet but I'll save that for later. I have to get my bestie over her fear of flying.

Now that I have my apartment, I'm looking forward to some wheels. Marta takes up a lot of time in transit between work and home. That's why I hardly go anywhere else. In this city, you NEED a frickin' car.

I've caught up on my student loans and got myself out of default. Next step, school. Since I just moved, it ain't happening in January. But I'll be damned if summer comes and goes before I get into somebody's class. I got a degree to finish working for and a stage to cross, and I'm not stopping until that happens.

I know I said I gave up on love but there seems to be this little small teeny tiny part of me that keeps holding on to it. I need to get "love" out of my system completely. I don't see love in my future at all. Mostly, because I refuse to open myself up to the possibility ever again. I'm perfectly content with myself.

And I'm going to make working out an everyday priority. Well...almost every day. I've been slowly slimming down a bit so it's time to get started again. Need to tone up and get rid of some man boobs and love handles. Oh and I have to work on the ass a little more. I don't have a damn half a cake back there at the moment.

I may get a second job. Or maybe find one that pays more my worth and skill. I do love the hotel business though. Especially at a hotel in the middle of Midtown Atlanta.

And lastly, I might try this grindr thing out again and open myself to meeting people. Not for hook up reasons either. It seems that's all the gays are looking for these days.

A Vacation Was All I Needed...

For the past week and a half, I took a vacation from work and ATL, and decided to go home to Houston and visit family and friends.

It was so great seeing them. Even met up with some friends for the first time. Even connected two of my bestest friends.

I also learned that I'm short for a dude. Like, all of my male friends are taller than I am. Randy, CK, Steven, Peppah. I guess you could say I look up to all of them.

There was one downside though. My lil bro was letting me use his car for during my trip. But towards the end of my vacation I met up with friends at the Jungle (the club is actually called 2020 but it's pretty much like a zoo in there). As I left, I noticed my brother's car was missing. Stolen. I was pissed. My first thought was my brother. It was his car...his FIRST car, which he only had for a couple of months, and one that he bought with his hard earned money and paying a note on. There wasn't even anything drawing attention to be stolen. The fact that some of my clothes, a brand new pair of shoes and my iTouch was in the car didn't cross my mind until the next day. All that mattered was the car.

That night, he texted me: "Go home and rest big bro. Life goes on. I'm just gonna grind a lil harder."

Yeah, I probably was more pissed than he was.

To the assholes that took the car, what goes around...comes around.

ATL Diaries: (re)Virginity...gone.

Yeah I been kind of busy. So much that I didn't get to tell y'all all about me finally getting some dick.

Yes...after a long (double digit) time period...(no need for you to know exactly how long)...I finally got some DACK!!! (no, I didn't misspell it. I meant DACK...that's DICK with over-excitement)

We did everything short of penetration. I'm kind of glad though because he was huge and thick, and I don't think I was ready to take something that big yet.

I deepthroated. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be considering I have a gag reflex but I can work on that. I was surprised when he let me do something I've never in my life thought I'd ever do: eat him out. I did pretty well if I say so myself. Hell, he LOVED it. And he let me tease his hole with my dick head. That felt so good I wanted to just start fucking him but I didn't. While I did that, at the same time, I saw his dick just laying there, so I started sucking it. I think maybe I can be good at this topping thing. New mission: become a VERS.

And when I say he worked his tongue on me...talk about OVERDRIVE!!!

I'm getting horny enough to start playing with myself just talking about it. I'm gonna leave y'all with that.

ATL Diaries: Last night fun...

Me and my bff Kena went out to celebrate one of her friend’s bday. We ate…drank…drank more…and drank more. And danced. 

I heard Trina’s new song Long Heels Red Bottoms for the first time and loved it. Probably cuz I was a little drunk. Just a lil.

What surprised me is as much as I LOATHE the flop trash known as Run The World, I actually went off. Shoulders, some choreography…the song is cool in a club atmosphere. Still trash.

Our other bff was en route to ATL for her bday and we were planning to hang out and party today but that’s all been scrapped. She decided to start acting stupid and childish, and showed her true colors. She basically told me to kiss her ass and we don’t  So me and Kena are going to do our own thing tonight. Ain’t got no time for the bullshit.

So tonight, me and Kena and her friend are going to the Uptown Comedy club and Echelon. We living life…drama free.

Dancing the stress away...

I had so much fun with my best friend last night. We were planning to go to Luckie Lounge until my…well, I don’t really know what to call him yet but the guy I had my first ever date with a few weeks ago told me that we should go to First Friday ATL (obviously one of the best parties in ATL), since he was going to be there. **I think he just wanted to see me but to be honest, I wanted to see him too**

We got there kinda early but we kept dancing from the start to the end. “Him” was late but he was looking so good! My best friend approves. They instantly clicked just like I hoped and his friends were all cool. He bought me drinks.

Laz Alonzo *faints*, Biz Markie and Mannie Fresh were all there.

I'm glad I got out to have fun. I needed to let go of all the stress I've been through lately. I've written some things but I haven't decided if I'm going to post them yet.

*****My bestie texted me talking about how much I was blushing. I was not! Not that much.

Over it all...

I'm really irritated right now.

For the past week I've been so tired and irritated by every little thing. When I get that way, I start over-thinking and over-analyzing everything.

I feel so alone right now. Yeah, I'm talking to a few people here and there but I'm always putting on this smile to hide what's really going through my mind. As much as I try to remain positive and optimistic about everything, there's always something else. Today, a couple of people actually saw through that fake ass smile. One said they will pray for me.

I know I have a few friends but it feels like I don't. Only one here in ATL, while the others that could have been flaked. Well, one I can understand because it's my fault that I opened my big ass mouth about my feelings for him. So I don't blame him for not wanted to know me anymore. All my other friends are out of state. My family is far, too.

I promised I wouldn't give up on dating and looking for love but I'm just over it because it's like it's never going to happen. I meet a guy, get to know him and like him...he flirts. But that's all that happens. He flirts and that's it. It goes nowhere and I'm left to pick up the broken pieces of my face after I realize it. "Keep trying", they say. If not ONE guy I've ever liked, had feelings for or talked to ever liked me back then what's the point? I'm at the point now that I want to delete my Twitter and FB. I could just unfollow and unfriend a couple of people but there's too many mutual friends that I'll never be rid of them completely.

Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm the problem. I feel like I've annoyed people and drove them away. Perhaps I'm not good enough, or cute enough, or worthy enough for anyone to want.

I'm starting to feel like a big waste of space. And no, this is not a suicide letter. I don't have the time for all that.

ATL Diaries: Catching up...

So my life is becoming quite a bit active that I haven't really been updating as much.

Well, that and Tumblr is occupying most of my time. But that's not why we're here.

Gym is paying off. I'm now down 8 lbs since starting. I fit in size 38, size XL (notice ONE "x"), my favorite camo shorts now require a belt which still doesn't hold them up, my work uniform is getting too big...or I'm shrinking. I'm on my way!!

One of the new outfits I bought when I went shopping. Yes, the XL shirt and the 38x30 slim straight jeans. Ignore the pose. I just felt damn fabulous that day. And my butt is kind of filling out. *Stares in the mirror*

I've also noticed that I've been gaining some confidence in myself. Yay, me! Now, that doesn't mean I think of myself as sexy, cute, handsome and all those things. It's just some confidence. Until I get a little more, I still consider myself is not cute, sexy, handsome and all those overrated words.

Over the weekend, my bff and I went to the Royal Comedy Tour to see Bruce Bruce, D.L. Hughley, Sommore and some other people I never heard of but they were all frickin' hilarious! Yes, even Mr. Hughley. That was a surprise.

And as you can see, my hair is twisted again. This time I'm trying to let it lock. Three weeks so far. I kinda don't like it now because it seems different from the way I wanted.

What yall think? *btw, it's time for some retwisting of the roots...looking a little rough here*

Anyway, that's the T in the life of AJ. Until next time...

ATL Diaries: Massages and Mexican

Over the weekend, my bff and I decided to get massages because our backs have been killing us from our workout training. She already had the experience and it was my first time so I didn't really know what to expect. There was the robe, which I've never worn one a day in my life...and I had to strip to my undies. Kinda uncomfortable in the presence of women you don't know. Now a sexy man you don't know...

Getting back on point. The massage was GREAT!!! No more back pain. Less tense. An experience I will do again!

Then we went to try this Mexican restaurant called Chepe's. I was a bit skeptical at first because no other place can do real mexican food like Texas. But once I saw that menu, I knew I was about to get some real Mexican...in Georgia!! Maaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!

Enchiladas Mexicanas!!! This bitch was so damn good. Look at it. Look at this shit!!! Dammit, it even just look good.

The Chepe's Margarita. This bitch. This HUGE ass summabitch! This is supposed to be a damn mug. Bitch, this is a muthafuckin' PITCHER! The photo can't even show y'all how big it is but just look at that straw. You see that big Coca-cola glass of water? Man, when I say I was feeling guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuud....

A Night at Luckie Lounge...

So last night, me and my bff went to Luckie Lounge for drinks to celebrate her “21st” birthday. Before we even got there, we were cutting up. The waiter asked for our drink orders: she got the Hurricane and I asked for anything with liquor and he brought me something called the “Owwwwt”…says it’ll knock you out. 

Bitch was strong as hell but I was still awake. Then I got a Hurricane but bff couldn’t even finish her one drink lol. For dinner and dessert I had something called the Shrimp and Grits, and Volcano chocolate cake.

I could’t resist taking a pic of bff’s banana bread pudding…or I think that’s what it was called.

For the rest of the night, it was the club scene at Luckie. We danced and acted a fool after a few beers.

We’re supposed to do it again tonight…but I’m still kinda recovering. No hangovers but too many drinks. SMH.

ATL Diaries: Getting out...

Okay, so I haven't really been getting out much in a while. For one, it's been so damn cold, you'd think Hell had frozen. Then there was the snow and ice storm, which I don't do well in. Then there's been me working a lot of OT. Plus, I hate going places on my own. Like, I really hate it.

So I've decided to make a change. This past weekend, I made my way to Buckhead. I walked around Lenox Square for a bit, studying the mall and which stores are there. Gotta know the place for when I'm ready go shopping. After that, I walked down to Barnes and Nobles, picked up E. Lynn Harris' "Basketball Jones" and a political thriller "Dark Horse" (I'm a political junkie). Also, I sat in Starbucks drinking a green tea frappucino and tweeting.

The next day I decided to go to Piedmont Park to start reading "Dark Horse" but little did I know, all the "kidz" were out going to the park. So I decided to sit in Subway, grabbed a bite to eat and started reading. As I was making my way back to the bus stop, some guy with a group of friends decided to try and get my attention by repeatedly yelling, "Aye, homeboy". I completely ignored him and his friends. Just a moment earlier, they were cussing and flipping someone off publicly and loudly. I refuse to give my attention to someone who's mentally still in high school and has lack of respect. It didn't matter how sexy he was. Not happening.

Here it is, only Monday, and I'm already looking forward to the weekend. I want to go out and have drinks someone and catch a movie. I can't just sit in the house all the time anymore. I have to get out there if I want to end up meeting someone. But mostly, I'm just trying to treat myself. #MeTime

ATL Diaries: Happy Holidays...from Houston

Happy Holidays to all.

I was able to get a couple of days off work (the first days I've taken off since I started 5 months ago) and head home...the REAL home...to Houston for the Christmas holiday. Luckily, I got away before the snow came into ATL. Yes, I hate snow. Plus it was so warm in H-Town that I got to wear my Sperry's for the first time in weeks! Anyway, I took my first flight on a plane ever and let me just say it wasn't easy. And the fact that it was those small express jets didn't make it any easier.

It was great being around my family. I hadn't seen them since I left six months ago. I barely got halfway up the driveway and my niece comes running into my arms. I missed that little girl soooooooo much. She's going to throw a fit when I have to leave tonight. I don't blame her; I don't want to leave her. She's my baby, pretty much the closest I'll ever get to having my own kids.

Now it's back to ATL and back to life. I hope the snow is going to be gone. I'd hope the cold will be gone but that's pushing it. This was a great vacation but it's time to make some moves in 2011. Oh and start planning my next trip. But...

...about this flight tonight...

ATL Diaries: Playing catch-up

Yeah, I know. I've been neglecting my blog but it's been quite a busy life for me since the last update.

Working hard for the money: I've been working so much overtime over the past 3 or 4 weeks. I've been tired and exhausted. At the same time, I'm writing so many articles for the next issue of this local magazine. But in the end, the checks...well, direct deposit...shows it's all worth it. I gots goals to accomplish and dreams to make reality.

Up in da club: I finally decided to go to a club since my horribly unimpressive first gay club experience at Bulldogs four months ago. A friend and I went to Rain in the West End area of Atlanta. To be honest, I really enjoyed myself. The crowd was much younger, mostly around my age though some younger and a few older. It was my kind of crowd outside of the grown and sexy type crowd I'm used to with the straight clubs (that have a dress code).

Now that she's gone: I miss my best friend. Not talking about the one from Houston, although I miss her too. I'm talking about the new one I made here. You see, our hotel was being renovated and upon completion some jobs were being eliminated. Hers being one of them. But the bossman offered her another position, doing much more work for just a few cents more, which he was going to give her the position anyway. But she ended up getting a better job offer in Philadelphia. So, last week she moved. It's not the same without her anymore. At least we still talk, text and Skype. Hopefully, I'll be able to visit Philly at the beginning of the year. Now I don't have anyone I can cut up and act a fool with here. :(

Thanksgiving alone: Yep. It was my first Thanksgiving without my family. My cousin and his friends were going on a road trip to New Orleans but I decided not to go. I was saving my money for my trip to Houston for Christmas instead. I didn't really plan to do anything. My best friend was already gone by this time. Well, I had to cook this turkey my cousin decided to buy, knowing he was going to be gone. It was the first time I ever cooked a turkey and I'm proud of myself for how good it turned out. Of course, naturally, I cooked cornbread dressing, collard greens, broccoli and rice casserole, oven-baked mac-n-cheese and candied yams. Also made pumpkin pie, to top it off. My fridge is STILL full. I don't know how to cook for one.

So that's been me since the last post. Yup.

ATL Diaries: Star Struck...

I'm not the type to be star struck when it comes to meeting celebrities. I've met Destiny's Child v.2, Rodney Hampton (formerly of NY Giants), Bill Clinton, etc. I never do all the screaming and squealing and jumping around.

Then I met her.

Chilli of TLC. And still wasn't star struck.

In fact, I was getting the shuttle van washed at the car wash in Midtown this morning. A woman 2 seats down called out “Ro!” and I glanced up but didn’t pay much attention. When “Ro” walked past me, I looked up and noticed her bag, which had a picture of Chilli’s son Tron on it. “Ro” sat next to me and as kept looking at her because she seemed familiar, she looked directly at me. I then recognized her. “Chilli?”, I said. She smiled and waved, “Hi. How are you?” I replied, “Great, and you?” “I’m good, thanks,” she said then continued her conversation with the friend. Asking for autographs and pictures was out of the question. Besides, she wasn’t there for long as they left like 2 minutes later. 

Chilli’s so beautiful in person, and so small. And yes, the baby hairs were real.

It was cool meeting her and she seemed human. I know I should get used to this because I'm sure I'll see more since I live in ATL. 

I mean, I've seen Gucci's tour bus like 5 times already. He's one I don't want to meet though.

ATL Diaries: Coming Out...

I posted a while back that I was going to come out to my best friend. And as you all know, or maybe you've been hiding under a rock, this past Monday was National Coming Out day. I was intending to write a letter because I didn't think I'd be able to get everything out over the phone. However, when I realized on Monday that it was Coming Out day, I decided to send an email because I felt more confident that day. The entire time I was typing, I was a nervous wreck. I was scared. I almost didn't press "send".

But I'm glad I did. My phone vibrated signaling a text message. It was from my best friend.

"Awwww...I'm here for you no matter what and I'm glad u are happy"

I don't do crying, except when watching The Lion King. But dammit if I didn't cry like a lil bitch after reading that. She's the greatest. Someone once told me, "Once you got a good friend, they will ALWAYS be your friend." I have a good, true friend. The next day we spent 3 hours on the phone as normal. Well, till my phone died. But it was like nothing's changed.

Today, all of my friends and family knows, and I have their love and support. I should have just come out years ago. SMH. As my good bestie Peppah would say, "You're a gay now!"

Side note: my new friend here figured out I have a crush on our coworker aka the "Bible Toter". I don't know how she figured it out but she did, lol.

ATL Diaries: Niagara Falls

I have a terrible cold. I had the place to myself since Wednesday and I get sick, vomiting and shit. Even with a nose running like Niagara Falls, my friend took me out of the house Saturday. We went to the Atlanta BBQ Festival in Atlantic station. One guy, who I think was just a kid (read as in teen), went out of his way to check me out as I walked by. I’m talking from the moment I was walking in his direction until I was well past him. Yeah, you gotta be a little older buddy. 

Then she took me to 5 Points/Underground. I don’t like that place. I never really go there because it’s too ghetto. I was so uncomfortable too. And can y’all believe she took me into Rainbow??? I have a bad judgment in friends because my bestie back in Houston did the same damn thing. Rainbow, though? Ugh. And yes, eyes were on me too. Some of them were looking grossly though.

We passed by what looked to be a block party or something. She wanted to stop there until we asked what was going on. Soon as dude said Clark-Atlanta homecoming, we burnt off. No thank you.

After that, we went to Camp Creek. That was much more my environment…suburbia. Out of the ghetto-ness. Had a nice time, bought a few things.

Ended the night by going to…the West End. I know about the West End because Madea talked about the West End, and I swore I’d never go to the West End. But there we were…in the West End. Now that was the “hoodt”. Not “hood” but “HOODT”. She was going to go into the store for a minute and leave me in the truck but I was like, “Hell to da naw!” I didn’t mind walking into Simply Fashion as long as she didn’t leave me by myself. Not in the hoodt, buddy. 

Her: Would you live out here?

Me: Hell to the no!

Her: Why not?

Me: Do you see this shit? My chances of getting shot increases by 214 percent. Matter fact, lock the doors and let up the windows.

Inserection...

If you live in ATL, you know what that is.

This past weekend was the first time I ever went into an adult store. There were a lot of...hmm, "interesting" things there. It felt kind of awkward, weird yet fun all in the same. Of course, I wouldn't touch a thing. Not even the door.

By the way, I thought the cashier was a chick...

ATL Diaries: Doors opening?

So my life is getting a little more exciting since the last ATL Diaries post. Just a little.

I've made a new best friend in one of my coworkers. She's insane...but in a good, hilarious way. Her best friend also must moved to town a couple of weeks ago, who's also become my new best friend. They're the greatest. I've been getting out a bit more, going to parties and eating out at places like Copeland's and Hard Rock. We almost went skating at Cascade until we saw the long line of ghetto ass teenagers. So we decided to go to Sparkles. Yes, there's a skating rink called Sparkles. No, it's not an adults-only skating rink. Get your minds out the gutter.

I've also been hanging out with my cousin's friends. Or should I say now, my gay family. They are a time. Oh and yes, my cuzzo and I are back on good terms. He got over his lil attitude, lol.

An update on my coworker crush, or the "Bible toter" as one of my followers say, I'm still in awe at how he's been opening up more with me. All week we've been laughing and joking and talking about random things. Totally changes my perception of him. He's cool.

Also, one of my coworkers has a local magazine called Urban Grind and offered me the opportunity to write reviews for new and independent music. Doors opening, perhaps?

ATL Diaries: My First Pride...Part II

This past Sunday, as a part of Atlanta's Black Gay Pride weekend, all the ghey's gather together to socialize and meet up with friends and Twitter followers from all over the country at Piedmont Park. Since I wasn't doing anything else, I met with on of my Twitter buds and went to the park and checked out the scene (my first time at the park also). It was...a sight to take in. Shit just got real. I was in this great big crowd of my peers, people who are just like me. Well...some of them. Some of them were just ratched, cooned out, and over the top. They were just doing the most. But it was all good...kinda. I did meet up with a couple of my favorite tweeters from my hometown of H-town...all of us rocking our Sperry's. Wouldn't have it any other way. Met some others too. It felt strange but good to be in that environment. And yes, I did give some hugs, although that was kind of hard for me to do. My "Animal" shirt was very popular too, lol.

Then Labor Day (Monday). I was planning to go out to some place called Prime but my job kicked my ASS! I really saw no purpose me going in to work but my main supervisor said to do so. I only had to do ONE shuttle run which was the very first run at 7:10 in the morning. Normally, in my spare time, I would help in the restaurant and the front desk is like my back up position. Why did my other supervisor have me, dust mopping the lobby then wet mopping, vacuuming AND picking up trash that includes cigarette butts and beer bottles in the parking lot? If the main supervisor was there, I'd be straight chilling at the desk. By the time I left, my feet were aching so bad like Cicely Tyson had spent 8 hours in the cotton fields. Got home and fell out, knocked out on the couch. Ain't heard a phone ring or a text alert...till my coworker kept calling me repeatedly. We went out to Atlantic Station, walked around and had dinner and drinks at Copeland's Cheesecake Bistro. Yeah, we cut up and got personal, basically she became my new best friend. Then I went home and went back to sleep. The place called Prime didn't happen. Not even mad after the day I had.

ATL Diaries: My First Pride...Part I

So I went out last night. I thought I’d be staying in for the 2nd night in a row this weekend when one of the biggest black gay pride events are going on in town but fortunately (and unfortunately) my cuzzo’s “fam” called me and asked if I wanted to hang out. ‘Course I said, “SUUUUUURRRREEEE!!!” They named me the designated driver. Mind you I’ve had like 4 Jack Daniel’s Country Cocktail Downhome Punch and Four Loko Lemonade. So basically I’d been drinking almost all day. And I still was going to drink at this party. Cooked, watched the UT v. Rice game, got my outfit together then realized around 8pm that I’d forgotten to get my uniforms from the cleaners that closed 3 hours earlier. The cleaners, to make matters worse, is directly across the street. I mean, literally, I can look out of my window right at the place. Even worse? They’re closed today…AND, thanks to the holiday, tomorrow. I fricking work tomorrow and Tuesday!!!

Oh, well, back to last night. Okay, so the “fam” arrives and we head out. Nice house in a nice neighborhood, I don’t even know if we were still in ATL. (We were) The party wasn’t much of an environment that I’m used to. We go get our drinks (I had four Coronas and 3 mixed drinks all night), they go off and mingle while I’m off to the side trying to take it all in. I tell you, the eyes that would not stop staring. It was like they were HUNGRY. Dudes did come up and speak and stuff. One thing I found out. The gheys love to hug. I’d rather shake hands and be done. As the night went on, I started to loosen up and danced a little bit. One of my people was pretty much wasted. I’m talking stumbling, slurring, can’t stop laughing, hungry ass wasted. Had to take him to the car for a minute, lol. But he was STILL pulling numbers. Got 3 of them in my phone since he left his in the car, smh. Back in the party, after all the drinks, I’m still sober. Him…smh. He kept having to check up on me but really, we had to check on him to make sure HE was alright. 

I "think" I saw Marquis Phifer at the party. Dope dude from LateBoots.com. He looked exactly like him but I couldn’t really be sure. He was a little more thicker, as in buff/meatier (did I say “meatier”?) than Marquis and he wasn’t dressed like only MP can dress. Didn’t seem like his type of environment. Does MP have any tatts on his arms?

Should’ve sneaked a pic….

Anyway, we left about 3:30 and got back to my place. Boy was falling out on my floor and in the parking garage…smh. Thankfully, he didn’t vomit at anytime. Now I gotta pick up my cuzzo from the airport in 3 and a half hours, sleep some more and go out again later today. This is becoming an interesting weekend. 

ATL Diaries: Silent Alarms...

I haven't done this in a while.
On the love front, shit still the same. It's hard to let go but I'm trying. I never thought I'd go through that again but I did and was left with disappointment and heartbreak. Maybe I should just give up on it all.

The job is going good. Meeting lots of people from all over. I'm also learning to work the front desk. Speaking of front desk, remember the sexy gay co-worker I wrote about? The Bible-toting one with the attitude? Yeah, he's been a lot friendly and talkative lately. What's weird is he gave me a new Bible as a gift. Yeah, okay.

The other day I found the silent alarm by accident. It was a very, VERY slow day. I was bored and was playing with something that I didn't know was the silent alarm. I didn't even know that we had a silent alarm. I found out when the police showed up. Boy, was I embarrassed.

I haven't been going out, which sucks monkey balls. Seriously, I gotta make some friends out here. I'm gonna be alone for Labor Day weekend. Who wants to take me out?