tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99748662011-04-21T12:23:42.380-07:00This is the secret blog of a guy who needs to blurt out his secrets but can't on his non-anonymous blog because that other thing is read by his co-workers, roommates, family members, and his boyfriend. Eventually, all hell will break loose. Oh, well.the goonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17658224045846187119noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9974866.post-1104964898763303152005-01-05T14:05:00.000-08:002005-01-05T14:41:38.763-08:00<ol> <li>Applying to graduate school again. It didn't work out so well the first time. I didn't do all my reading, I didn't finish my book--or my thesis. I was so naive then. I thought an MFA would take me to riches and respect. All I got was debt. Oh, and a boyfriend. And he's the bestest. Hmm.</li> <li>Applying to graduate school in my college major. If I had known I was going to do this, I would have worked a lot harder in college. I would have written a thesis. I would have stayed in contact with my professors. Lucky for me, I stayed in the mind of one of my TAs, who is flirty and hot. He took me to lunch a couple times and told me that he used to be gay in college but didn't want to live his life that. "Don't get me wrong: I love my life." If he gets me in somewhere, I'll offer him a blowjob. Mmm.</li> <li>I kept quiet for an hour and half so that I wouldn't disturb my roommate and his John. The BF and several others told me, oh, 10 times to tell the new roomie that he couldn't bring clients to the house. But I assumed such a rule was a given. And then he mentioned casually today at around 1pm that he was having "a guy over at three." Uh, fuck. Did I do anything? No. I'm such a conflict-avoiding twat.</li> <li>Worrying about barfing again. I went home sick yesterday after spending the morning squirting poo. After I was home for an hour or so, I barfed for a half hour. I spewed all over the floor, the toilet, my clothes, and the hooker's bathroom mat. And I shat my pants whenever I haved. There was, like, a pound of liquid poo in my sweatpants after the hurling stopped. I pitched it all. Awful.</li> <li>Writing an essay describing how much it sucked to be gay in college so that I could possibly get a Diversity Fellowship. Ha. Ew. Ugh. <br /> </li> </ol> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9974866-110496489876330315?l=footinmouthdisease.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the goonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17658224045846187119noreply@blogger.com14