karoake: y i love and hate alcohol and the tragically fake lesbians

what a title. so last night i went to karaoke at my favorite hometown dive "spirit's." i got drunk and confessed my love to shawna. this happens a couple times a year but so far no nookie from that cookie. hope she doesn't mind my drunken advances (tee hee). i woke up on the floor this morning, i must have rolled off the couch. my mother is so proud. i learned last night that two girls who have been claiming to be together were making it all up for attention. how fucked up is that?? most gay people have to deal with all that "why do you choose to be this way" bullshit when they come out. so why would they make a mockery of it all, or be so insensitive just to give some guy a boner. one claims to like girls but i think she's just a shitty person now. why not whore yourself out to some lesbo porn if you really want the jiz to fly over you. i just hate liars and i'm sick of homo being trendy right now. it fux with the real people. other than that, i hate the day after i have a good time and realize i was booty dancing like a shackzooloo on the stage with a bunch of sluts. i also left drunken messages to my friends on the westcoast because it's three hours earlier there and i was to crunked out to sleep. blah blah. i can't wait to get out of work and take a nap. i'll be going home to my little sister having contractions on the yoga ball. that sounds bad. can't wait for her to pop the little boy out, i loves me some babies.