Since U Been Gone

How gay am I? I finally, finally, finally found an actual working mp3 of that Kelly Clarkson song that is surprisingly good. Not good, great. I really, really like it. Does that make me gay? Well, I do blow guys when I listen to it. That don't make me gay, does it?

I've now completed sixteen pages of my script and with that, four out of nine scenes have been finished. Granted, there is going to be a lot of rewrites and editing and whatnot, but just the fact that I have this much writen is a huge accomplishment. And, not to toot my own horn, but it's pretty fucking funny. Not hilarious, but that's what Gib is for.

So, my roommate's doctor told me that I'm not allowed to have any "Wild Kinky." I told him that he had nothing to worry about since I can't seem to even have some "Boring Missionary." You're probably wondering why my roommate's doctor told me that, well, that's too fucking bad. It's not my place to explain. If you know my roommate then you probably know what happened. If you don't, then you don't need to know, ya nosey prick.

Do you people know that you can comment on the shit I write? Seriously. Let me know how much you hate me. Let know how big of a loser you think I am. Or, don't be an asshole and say you love me. And while you're at it, give me a reach around while you're down there kissing my ass. But, seriously, I don't have any friends, so I have no human contact with out this internet thing. Leave a message. Or email me. Or call me. Or move into my room. I don't care. I'm lonely.

I'm so lonely, I'm going to bed tonight without even jerking off. It ain't right.