jeffrey_sassy_pants

I have returned. 16 hours of travel. The smell of diesel still infiltrates my lungs. The air is crisp and reminds me of a time when i was 9 and eating gummi bears on the side of the road watching cars go by, wishing I had fuzzy peaches instead.

My steps are shorter now as I walk more softly to truly look at everything that is called my home.

I saved a turtle.

I rode a horse.

I watched a volcano explode.

I witnessed spiders the size of my fist.

Caimains clawing their way up the muddy banks.

I stared a dying sun.

I slept on the beach and watched shooting stars burn up in the skyline.



it was all beautiful, but it wasn't home.

welcome back.

This weekend was fucking hell, mind you I can now bench press my own weight.

I moved this weekend near Du College metro for those of you who know Montreal.

I ended up moving two other people and myself in 2 days. My back is sore, my legs hurt and my apartment is still in boxes.

grr.

To top all this wonderful, suddenly my gf is having a problem with me photographing Godsgirls... uh oh.

oh well c'est la vie.

Ok first journal entry.

The drive to Tdot wasn't too bad, sunny skies, white fluffy clouds and the hitch hiker I picked up didn't hack me to pieces and kept me quite entertained.

Friday I met some of the girls but didn't talk much because I like to pretend I'm pretencious and better than everyone else.

I met all the pretty girls, forgot their names 30 seconds later. None of the girls knew who I was, other than just some weird stalker.

Afterwards, I left and went drinking by myself in some dank pub and read my gay fantasy book, which only reaffirms my gayness.

Saturday was a lot of fun, but long. I made nice with Kyle, Madie, Livia,  Aria, Swindle, Charity, Bailey & Julene. All the girls worked their asses off, especially Wren. Props to her. After the day I met up with the girls at the hotel and we ventured to State Theater.

The bar turned out to be mad fun. First Chairty's boy toy and his boy toy are fucking awesome.

Kyle entertained me for most of the night.

I snapped a fuck load of shots, ass, tits, smiles, laughs...

The Jello wrestling was fab, but I missed Kyle going at it, which fucking sucks, I wanted to see her get her ass whooped by some angry girl named Freight Train.

After that I don't remember what happened, because my new friend for the night was a bottle of tequila. I don't remember going to the hotel during the night, but apparently I did.

I think someone raped me and now I'm preggers.

end of story.

Photos coming soon, before you can say babaganosh.