another rough one.

so i was riding my bike home from school today when some hill billie in a green ford pick-up truck drove by real fast and sprayed gravel up in my face. i was furious. so i stopped riding and screamed

"HEY YOU HILL-BILLIE MOTHER FUCKER I HAVE SOMETHING I WANT TO SPRAY ALL OVER YOUR FACE, YOU NO GOOD SON OF A BIII...."

i didn't get to finish because the truck had turned around and was coming back toward me. i stood my ground. the truck came barrelling at me but i didn't flinch. the car stopped about two inches away from my front tire and the driver side door opened. and out he walked... he was tall and gorgeous, just like the pictures i had seen. shoulder length blonde hair and and tan strong arms. it was my father. i recognized him from photos i stole from mom. i could tell he didn't recognize me though. "what did you say boy" "nothing sorry, sir, i mean, uh um..." "that's what i thought." and just like that he was gone, tearing down the road.

i got down on my knees stared up into the sky and screamed "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD." so maybe im a little over dramatic so what, i'm a fag, i'm allowed.

i told mom the whole story when i got home. and then she with a red face told me those weren't pictures of my father, but just some old playgirl photos. and that made sense because the pictures were pretty lude. BUT i did meet my first semi-celebrity today. and now i don't feel bad jacking off to my dad's picture. BOO-YAY!

New month

It's a new month. That always puts me in a better mood because it means that I have survived to see another month. And that's pretty cool.

-me.