There are white lies, black lies and varying shades of grey lies...  (More)

I was ill. I vommited. I could have run forever but the nihilst realisation that I was mortal, amputated me. Death shalt not die. In irony She is immortal. Unlike we.  (More)

OK. So last night I celebrated a fag hag of mine's 18th, I was also one of her 18 roses and her MC. Does that not give me the permission to dance it up on her dancefloor? I did dance with the birthday girl but I really did not appreciate the comments or dirty looks because I seemed to be dancing provocatively. Because I dance better than the girls or the straight boys present does not mean I was trying to lure someone into sleeping with me or receiving some sexual favour. It became a real party-pooper as by the end of the night I was not able to enjoy some of my favorite club hits to dance to and ended up walking home as I only lived down the road. So what if I can grind better than you? So what if I can 'whore it up' when I'm dancing? Cut the jealousies bitch!

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