Pack your bags, we’re going to Brazil!
I’ve always wanted to go to Rio de Janeiro. It’s one of my dream destinations. Fuck New York, London, Paris or Milan. If you’re looking for guys galore, nothing beats Brazilian boy toys so get your lazy, fat ass to Rio!
I need a "proper" vacation and I can’t even remember the last time I had one. You know, no computers, no cellphones, no stress, no pressure, no emotional distress, no familia de horreur, no Eunice… ok.. what am I talking about, I need Eunice…
Tell me, don’t you just wanna hop on top of this guy and sit on his crotch… I mean, hop on a plane and catch up with your tan on the beaches of Ipanema?
Photo credit: Blogmadeinbrazil.com
You know what I really miss?
Someone stole my childhood and I wish I could get it back.
Brighton, UK 2001
Why do I have this weird bollocking feeling inside me recently? In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been writing less and less. Instead, I’ve been extremely selective on what I’m saying and I found myself posting more and more photos, useless tripe and other bullcrap.
I used to be able to say anything that I want, air out my grievances, bitch, whine and whinge about people, experiences and situations but for some strange reason, it feels as if someone put a fucking gag order on me and now I have to fucking censor myself all the fucking time.
I MISS MY FREEDOM!
Fuck each and every one of you. The bollocking stops here and I’m gonna reclaim my old self back.
I should be able to say what I want and when I want it. Afterall, this is *MY* blog and you’re just a fuckin reader. You can always fuck off where the sun doesn’t shine *IF* you have problems because NOBODY’S GOT A FUCKIN SHOTGUN POINTED TO YOUR SCROTUM/LABIA/RECTUM TELLING YOU TO READ MY WEBSITE. I say live and let live… and don’t bother coming back if you got problems with what I have to say. You must be a masochist if you have to come back over and over again. Besides, none of my other 161,000+ (June 2006) readers are interested about you.
I repeat. I *should* be able to say what I want.
I’m sure you’re all gonna agree with me. Yes?
Even Bitchboy of the Washington Blade, who gave my little narcissistic shrine a mention (thanks doll) will agree with me.
PS. Discuss this blog post on my Online Discussion Forum.
PPSS. Alice from Myspace you can fuck off my case now. I’ll see you in hell. I suggest that you borrow your dad’s revolver, point it to your eyesockets and shoot em till the sheep cry bah-bah-bah-lah-lah-lah.