Hit the JaG spot!

Moving stuff isn't that hard when you've got family to help you. Things went the way I knew they would, fine. I got through it, thinking about all the fun I was going to have at the Pride Parade later.

And Pride was cool but filled with unneeded drama. That's a pleonasm, at least in my book. But it was fun too. And unexpected. I mean, it was the GAY parade and I end up kissing a guy on the dance floor of Cafe Corny. Typical. So yeah we had been talking for hours, he was fun, sweet, attractive in a multiple face piercing, tattoos and pierced dick kinda way, but I wasn't planning on the kissing. And when he made his move I heard alarm bells ring and was all "Errrr, wait! You're my best friend's ex!! I'm not doing this before I know she's OK with it!" So five minutes later it turned out she was even kind of excited about the whole thing and wanted to see us. It was so high school!

And if this was a Friends episode it would be called The One With The Stubbles because alarm bells went off a second time when he kissed me again. Stubbles. Lots and lots of hard stubbles. Which were attractive to look at but now that they were on my face they didn't do anything for me. If anything, they put me off.

"Man, you're such a lesbian!"
Maybe I am.