For the life of god.
You know, the other day, I thought I’d meet up with one of my good ol’ friends, Mrs. T., for a little bit of chit chat over a nice cuppa. I haven’t seen her in AGESSSSS and it’s not often I get to go to her area. Talk about perfect timing — it was nice of her to make time for ickle old me (yes babe, I am OLDDDDDDD I HATE ITTTT) in between her meetings.
The first thing she told me is that I lost some weight. BTW, I’m warning you, I look like a diseased haggard old skank in the photo you are about to see on that link but hey, that’s nothing new. Hahahaha!
Nueva Yorkers, read this: a little bird told me I might be doing a cameo appearance in tomorrow’s NY Post Sunday Pulse. Shhhh! Let’s keep it a secret; I don’t want to jinx it. Afterall, the New York Post, home of Page Six, is America’s 5th largest newspaper, even larger than the Washington Post in terms of circulation. Maybe I should start writing more "open letters"? You never know who’s reading my blog these days. Hah! Be sure to get yourselves a copy cause if I do end up being there, y’all need to scan it.
Geography is no boundary when it comes to Bryanboy’s faggotry sooooooo yeah. Whatevs.
I’m too lazy to do an update. Will do it later.
P.S. I think this is a sign. Us Weekly, Star, People, National Enquirer, News of the World, The Sun and The Mirror, here I come! LOL