Sunday
A Gay mans own personel hell.
Its the bank holliday weekend. I should be celebrating, rewarding my very existance with bags full of labels. However I went out on Friday night, and as usual it started very sophistaced with cocktails followed by dinner at Riggatonis (where the hostess overheard me bitching about her newly aquired trout pout, a product of her husbands latest affair, as were her new boobs - bitch dump that mans fat ass before your run out of body parts for his conscience and creditcard to mutilate) Ok back to me, after dinner my friends and I went our seperate ways, I was half way home when party queen Miss E called. I couldnt get a taxi to drive me back to town so I hitched a lift (first time for everything) and spent the journey talking about the texas chainsaw massacre, only i think I amused them more than I frightened them.After several drinks with Miss E and her adorning male admirers we went to a club and she "forced" me to take a few pills, why cant I deny anything when im drunk. Needless to say after 20 mins we were dancing like dogs on heat, putting on a very provocative show for the mere mortals arround us. Next thing I remember is drinking Cognac and smoking dope back at the dealers "house". Several hours later I woke in my own personal version of hell. The house if you can call it that was horrendous, filth filled every possible space, the smell was unreal. Words can not convey my utter disgust at the way theese people live, the utter squalor they call home.
I do not say this lightly but I have walked through slums in africa with more hygine and pride than this house. Needless to say I rang my taxi driver and was escorted back to my clean suburban house.
Posted by Edd at 30.4.06
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Vodka and solpadine
Last night I bumped into Mr J, a guy i once (still do but he's moved) had the hots, and may i say he is looking very well, I did my best attempt at flirting (apparently I look more crazy in the head than crazy in love) and he did polite for 2 mins then fucked off.Ive still got it, never left me (im refering to my ability to scare people away without even trying).
Anyway after several more vodka redbulls we ventured to Revolution. In the past 3 months since I was there all the beautifull crowd appear to have left, and theyve been replaced with a bunch of ugly chavs with attitude wrapped in cheap clothes. I wasnt impressed to say the least, however the music was a good as ever, and the bar men are still hot even if they are str8. We finished the night in Moko lounge where this absolutley stunning guy (tall,dark, tanned,toned with cropped hair & stubble mmm) started chatting me up. Long story short all he wanted was a drunken fumble. I couldnt face another morning of shame, when the hot guy wakes up sees the hung over drunken mess laying next to him, and that moment he vows never to drink again. So i stood up mid conversation and walked away, how fucking rude of me.
The face looking back at me in the mirror this morning wont be winning any beauty contests any time soon, ive slapped a shit load of uber expensive ($400 a tub) anti ageing cream under my eyes. I look fucking awfull. Breakfast was strong coffee, juice and 4 solpadine and 2 cocodamol, i think theyve meade me a little delerious. My grip on reality seems a little looser than usual, hey atleast my headaches gone.
One other devastating thing, my beloved platinum declined last night infront everyone (in my world having no money makes you as appealing as the thought of having to wear burbery check). Ive spend over a grand on not much more than booze in the past 3 weeks. Almost 2000 dollars (usd) on vodka beer and bolly in less than a month is obscene, even for me. I could have spent the month in St Lucia for less. Or I could have bought the new Rado ive been eyeing up.
Fact. I am a spoilt lush.
Posted by Edd at 16.4.06
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Friday
In a week
Well ive had a week to make my descision. In that week my savings have matched my overdraft, and with my loan payed off that makes me officially debt free. Everything now is on the up,well nearly everything but thats for another time. My familys new sunbed arrived today. I had visions of a swanky sunbed like the one I use at the gym arriving, meaning I can get that caribbean sunkissed look I need (a tan covers a multitude of sins) from the comfort of my own home.
The reality is a different matter. Firstly the sunbed is made of wood and my feet hang over the edge (tanned legs white feet is not a good luck- in the tanning world its similar to white socks with black shoes ala Jacko). Forget about the tan, ill be lucky if I dont end up with third degree burns down to my ankles. My poker playing has been dismal. I estimate my poker "career" earnings (past 8 months) is arroung £2k, this week I think, ok well I know I lost most of that. I now have to draw the line and cut back playing. Back to the descision of the week, I still havent made my mind up. On one hand a little loving in the bedroom wouldnt go a miss on the other hand hes a nice guy who'll want more than Im prepared to offer, and I dont want to hurt him. If i do decide to meet I think ill have to put my cards on the table and be honest (great shag, not boyfriend matterial) and he can take it or leave it. In the real world ill just say nothing string him along then dump once ive had my fun.That kind a makes me a bad person I guess, but who am I to judge, he knows only too well what im like and what hes getting himself into (its amazing what people will do for a big pair of feet) so really its his own fault as much as mine.
One other thing I love bryanboy.com, he seems to be a better dressed version of me, atlthough it seems his budget stretches a little farther than mine, the bitch. Ciao bella bryan
Posted by Edd at 14.4.06
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Sunday
What was i thinking?
Im suffering a severe hangover, and having to travel to sheffield this morning was not a plesent experience. Last night (rather 3am this morning) Mr T texed, asking me out. Drunk, and feeling a little lonely I aggreed to drinks next weekend. I wish to god my phone had a breathaliser. It could save me from many situations.The thing is I still have feelings for him, the only thing botheres me is the age difference (he's 32) Atleast I have a week to plan my next move.
Posted by Edd at 9.4.06
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Tuesday
Fucking Spywarequake
I took today off work for some much needed colloge work catchup. Little did I know that my brother would unconsiously have other plans for me. I woke to find that not only has he worn pretty much all of my clothes (may I add only the ones with expensive labels) resulting in the first hour being lost to laundry. Then to the computer. It turns out in a meagre 2 days he has mannaged to catch a couple of viruses, and attract every source of spy/adware known to man and machine. Especially spywarequake (a sonofabitch to remove, and between you and me I strongly believe its creator was sporned by the devil to wreak havoc, pain and cyber misery unpon computer users for not believing.). So I have just spent the past two and a half hours trying to restore some kind of dignity to my beloved computer. Although my virtual excorsism is nearly over I feel mentally, even a little emotionally drained I cant face my ever increasing work load.Ive decided to devote my entire life to bringing about the downfall of spywarequake. I shall become a missionary, spreading the word, warning the world of the evils or spywarequake. Good always triumphs over evil. Now I may not be good person, but im a good, if not great lay. And you my evil friend have layed alot of bad shit on my hardrive. I will be victorious, and take great pleasure in your demise. (insert Dr evil laugh here)
Posted by Edd at 4.4.06
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Saturday
New look, new attitude
The bitch is back. Its 6pm Ive only just got out of bed, im back from the bring of death. I have spent the entire day in bed throwing my guts up. Wishing, hoping the pain would end. Death would be a nice comfort compared to the champagne induced pain im suffering. Mr J for buying the champange I thankyou, but blame you for the way i feel.
After a day of nothing I fetl I had to achieve something. Looking more like a corpse than a 22 year old I though it best to avoid the public. So we now have a new look site. Thoughts please edd_D14@hotmail.com
The air is electric, change is looming. A storm is brewing and its going to change my life.
Bring it on.