I forgot to mention that Dave 1's house was a nostalgia factory...Winnie the Pooh tapes, old Jetson movie glasses, Boy scout popcorn tins!

Porter hurt both her legs...so she was a good drunk hurt girl last night...she's a cutie

I'm getting more and more scared of my weight...I'm not a fat kid, but I'm just worried...it's been a while since some guy thought I was interesting and I'm getting paranoid. I think i have a social disease. And yes, this blog is funny I told you I had problems ha ha....

This is a blog and yet I'm afraid to write what I want to say in lieu that other people will make fun of me. I should not give a shit anymore. Oh wouldn't that be a treat, not caring what people think!!!

Back after Drag Race...I opened the bathroom door, there's a hole in our wall...okay that's fine, I'll have to pay for that...and then I open my room door...and there's Porter's shit all over my bed, her camera is open, my pillow is on her bed...and there's a note from Luke on the door. I'm just shaking my head on this one.

I'm glad I didn't go. I had a boatload of fun in a small New England town making breakfast with Trefor, Tali and Dave 1. We carved pumpkins, watched Rocky and Bullwinkle...and it was just a really awesome time. This pumpkin festival in Keene, NH is no child's fest my good friends...18000 pumpkins, ALL LIT UP in the streets of a cute New England Town, complete with Fireworks. I saw New England at its finest.
Dave 1 lives at the top of a hill called "Weathertop" in a cute cottage with one hell of a view. We drove to Marlow and all of a sudden, something appeared...that's right, there was SNOW ON THE GROUND! While we slept the first night, another 3 inches fell, making the woods into a winter wonderland. We made ourselves eggs and bacon and tea...
I'm sure Drag Race was good, with all its drinking and sex...but isn't it better finding out what America is about than letting some guy who's probably gay grope you.
Maybe I'm just Old Fashioned...