The Other Side Of Me

This Blog is a documentation, a day-to-day account of my coming out process. This is here so people can read, and see where i've made mistakes and where i've made progress, so that during their coming out they can attempt to avoid or emulate those things. It is also here, to show the struggle me and many others have faced, when coming to terms with our sexuality.

8/12/2005

Butch-point Jackpot.

Either in Written or Podcasted.

Good God, Girls! I won! I am he-man, now; except in a less faggy costume. I've won butch points. Well not 'won'; Earned!

All day today i was racking up the points. First it was the pickle jar of doom! It was no match for me. A few people tried to twist the lid off, but they were defeated. I opened it with no problem, with my manliness. I even opened it with such force, juice came out of the top. Grrr!

Then, i watched two horror movies!

Oh and then there was that other thing... people trying to break into my BF's car while we were there... and not being in a total panic. They were breaking into his car, and we called the police on them. I was at the door, waiting, wanting to push the alarm button to scare the shit out of them. But we waited, and the police came and caught the bastards. But the whole time i was thinking, "i wish i had my sword", because if they tired to come in i would have put it into there abdomen.

Anyway, they were both caught, but one was caught later, because he took off in another car. The other one was busted right in front of the living room window. I got to see him, and he was broke down.

Woo girls, BROKE DOWN! He was someone's broke down white sidekick. Let me give you the 4-1-1 on this guy. He wore a 'wife beater' without another shirt over top! A WIFE BEATER WITHOUT ANYTHING ELSE! POOR! Wooo, his poor ass must have came from the ghetto trailer park. You Know Every Town Has One! There is the regular trailer park, with normal people, then there is the ghetto trailer park with the criminals. That is where the poor people go because they don't have anything the neighbors can steal. Then that hair! Jesus! Someone like emeinem a lil too much. That is broke.

But after the cops busted his ass, they told us that he had a gun...

Gun Vs. Sword; Gun Wins.

Broke dick guy that is tripping the light fantastic with gun Vs. Brian With Sword: Sword wins.

He was higher then a motherfucker. And when the police had his face in the dirt, he was crying. Pussy! He even cried out, "I have a wife -n- shit". Well i have some shit too, but i take care of that on the pot; not in the back of someone's car... well except for that one time. But never mind that, i would have totally owned him, because after all i'm he-man. And he also messed up my mom's car's door handle a bit.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

my god, i don't even know where to begin.

8/13/2005 2:06 PM  
Blogger Brian Smith said...

I’d start with the pickle jar... because I showed it no mercy!

8/15/2005 10:13 PM  
Blogger Brian Smith said...

Oh yea. And, jwui7hcjf59njrv: OWNED!

8/15/2005 10:14 PM  

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