Being Gay is too tough.

Last night I went out dressed as a very gay male cheerleader, with a light blue shirt and matching pants.

There was glitter involved, and yes, the shirt was cut off the circulation to my head.

One thing I did learn was that staying in character all night was exhausting. And telling people you're gay is reason enough to believe you actually are.

Probably the best, most enlightening experience was being able to just say whatever I wanted, which is a lot. That led to several very vivid things I'd say to chicks only to back it up by adding, "too bad I'm gay." A moment later, though, I'd remind them I was in character and that I really wasn't gay, and would totally tear that ass up.

It also led to me telling my friend I thought his father was hot, and all the things I'd do to him if he wasn't with his wife.

I was dancing, doing cheers. All in the spirit of my character.

But by the end of it, I realized my acting was too good. I didn't want an accidental hate crime to occur, so around more sensitive types, I toned it down.

I also realized it takes a lot out of you. I was just tired of being gay for a couple hours. I can't imagine doing that gig for the rest of my life. And forget about being the catcher in the relationship. I'm alllllllset. That's like telling your boss you'll take on the overtime without getting paid.

Activity I did while bored today:
Cut my finger tip off, apparently.

Other non-important things I learned today:
1. It's very tough to play guitar without a finger tip missing on your left hand, let alone type a stupid blog.
2. Realize I can sleep 14 hours straight, hence why this blog is posted on Sunday, not Saturday.
3. The T-Mobile store in Emerald Mall is not a good place to roam if you have patience issues.
4. I'm upset over the lady at T-Mobile telling me Starbucks is closing, and I don't know why.
5. Driving with a padittle (one-headlight) is almost as bad as driving with your mother.