Dear Journal:

June 1st was my grandfather's 72nd birthday! Yay! Happy B-Day Pops! Although you'll never read this journal, I'll say it anyways.

So yeah, we had a nifty little suprise party in honor of the occasion. All the relatives came over and had chicken and stuff like that from a local YUMMY chicken maker place. It was quite good.

The party was pretty cool. I mean, you know. Family parties aren't the total bomb, but life goes on.

Anyways. Eric was there. Accidentally I kind of, well, touched his ass and well, I dunno, I just feel strange. Freaked the hell out of me to tell you the truth. I wasn't paying attention swinging my arms around and kinda got him. I was embarrassed and seeing as though we were all out on the deck late at night, I couldn't see his face. I think I was the most embarrassed because he gave me a hug when everybody was giving their departure lovings. It was actually pretty reassuring. This was the first hug that I had received to him after I told him that I was gay. The first time he attempted to hug me after I told him, I stuck out my hand insted afraid of the way he would have reacted for some fucked up reason. So this one was a good hug thing.

But anyways, my aunt, his mother, drove me home because I was going to lend them my Harry Potter DVD and we got into the conversation of Lower GI's. And for all you non-medical ones out there; a lower GI is short for a lower gastro-intenstinal. That's when they clear your bowel (poop shoot, rectum, asshole etc.) out with Barium (a natural element) and then they proceed to take pictures with an endoscopic camera (a camera that's a wee bit thinner than a pencil) by inserting a consortium of tubes in the anus (they push cords up your butt and snap pics). Eric had this stunning question: "Does it feel good?" And my response, "Well what you'll have to do is go home and lube up a garden hose and stick it up there while the water's running..." Yeah, so that kind of makes me think that he's .... Yeah, moving to the next topic.

I think Aunt Lisa is against homosexuality. She made a comment that kind of scared me. Mike (another cousin) was joking around saying that he was gay and Aunt Lisa said she'd wash his mouth out. The thoughts running through my mind are, "Oh fuck, I was right. This side of the family musn't know anything, EVER!" I mean, Aunt Lisa is the freest going of all the relatives besides John, but then again all drunks are. She's really cool about everything. But I'm not so certain she's cool with the topic of homosexuality. Oh well, it's all shits and giggles I guess.

Yeah, I was supposed to just go hop into bed but I decided that I had to let this shit out because it was tearing at me the night it all happened while I was trying to fall asleep. Gotta get it out somehow.

Anyways. Work's been hellish! It's "Customer Appreciation Week" June 1-8 and that mean's that corporate assholes are coming daily and they're sending in corporates to work in each department for 8 or 9 hours each day. At least I think that's how it's going. Either way.... I got a chance to sit down with Mike (a good looking coworker) and talk with him. I thought he was a real cocky bastard at first, but learned otherwise. He's a pretty nice fellow, just speaks what's on his mind. And he's a fellow Channette hater. Speaking of which, I was going to quit because of that negroid bitch! God, I cannot stand total cunts like her. Instead of me, it'll be her because I'm going to start calling corporate each day in numerous quantities and bitching about what a ravid broad she is. I'll do it until I get results, and to ensure that it works I'll use different voices and different names to make it known that she creates a problem with all people and not just her coworkers.

Anyways, I have to be going. The shit hits the fan today at 8:00 AM. I'm so not fucking joking around with that school any more. I'm fucking sick and tired of their poor decisions on who to fuck with and what to fuck with. I'll bring in a consortium of witnesses, testimony, and evidence to support all my accusations and attempts to thwart the administration in any decision that they make. I refuse to even attend "group therapy" or whatever the fuck they call it.

Good night all, sleep tight, and don't come to my KMart store because I probably won't want to wait on your ass.