Night on Mars

I went to a gay bar last night with Waffles.
It was my first time :)

It was odd. Cool. Different.

I was irritated that the staff didnt have uniform.
Drinks were expensive.
Entry was cheap.

Lets just do an overview of the night.

10pm Arrived.

Bought drinks

Had a good heart-to-heart talk with Waffleman

Got drunk

Stumbled around

Vomited into a glass (one of the highlights. For the record, it wasnt full on vomit. Only about 20mL ...*watches everyone cringe*)

Danced

Got humped by an apparently 'straight guy' looking for chicks (in a gay bar?!)

Peed several times in the mens urinals like a real man!

A guy peed on my shoe.. then grabbed my shoulder, apologised and pushed me out of the way of the stream. And as if that didnt weird me out enough he continued to have a conversation with me.... I dont know... peeing is a strictly business thing for me.

Referred to by strangers as "The hot guy who sat with his legs wide apart" (I never noticed before... actually, I think I remember my doctor saying something about that first time we met)

Watch a show of drag queens.

Left about 3am

Went looking for a porn shop. Found they were all closed.

Went to McDonalds instead (It was SO PACKED!!...at 3am in the morning! What the fuck people!)

Then we crashed at friends house and woke up 1:30pm the next day (which is today)

Rather nice. Rather eventful.

Now onto a more thourough look at the night. I feel more... connected... to the gay guys rather than the lesbians. Except there was one girl there that looked like the coolest guy ever but yeh... she didnt wanna talk to me.

Bitch.

Other news.. ummm... Ok.. I cheated on my girlfriend. Yep, not proud of that.
Umm... Ive felt more compelled to steal stuff. Ive never really before. I always wanted to be the honest guy. But Ive been dshonest recently.. and slowly Ive started stealing stuff.

My list so far is a coke and a carton of chocolate milk. I was gonna steal this lady's wallett but this woman was watching me and before I could take it she brought attention to the fact that the lady dropped it. Damn people at their good deeds!

I dont know.

Im back on meds! Yay for me and my girlfiend demanding I do so after I cheated on her!

*sigh*

Its ironic that I feel almost equally depressed.
Without meds - Im depressed because Im trapped inside myself
With meds - Im depressed because Im aware that these are mainly placebos and that the calmness is purely a self induced illusion

What else.. what else...
Oh Ive taken a girl under my wing. She is heavily into gay men and would like to pass as a guy. So what Im doing is.. well.. kinda Fab 5 work.
Im redo-ing her. Hair, clothes, mannerisms.

I also had a massive rant about tattoes,piercings and transexuals who have them. This was a very passionate rant and I dont think anyone has the patience to read and I dont really have the energy to endure my own flaming hate for my shrink who is WASTING MY FUCKING MONEY... god bless him, I know he is doing his job.

Or is he...

Id let him read my blog however I dont think he'd appreciate the amout of shitting I do on him here.

Tomorrow Im gonna find my brothers old school photos and check out how his puberty was! Hizzah!