Day Thirty Two: BLAH

So, Dead Set appears to be the spiritual prequel to 28 days later then. That is fucking awesome.

I mean, Davina McCall as a fucking manic zombie is awesome, but dammit, this is great.


Anyway, I spent tonight at an L G B T social, whic was facinating. LGBT stand for lesbian gay bi and transgender by the way.

I think it might be easier being a dude who fancies dudes. As far as I can make out, the guys I was with had absolutly no problem pulling dudes who they found. I do not have any clue why some of these guys had to ask me later on "hey, am I boring?" given that they had some random dude attempting to lick their face. SO, damn, I should probably turn gay then. Seems to be fun enough. Except I don't really like having sex with guys.

Heh, "I'm a normalite."

Sorry, I'm liveblogging this as I'm watching the latest Dead Set.

"Merry fucking Christmas"

My god this shit is awesome.

So, at gay night I was able to decide that it doesn't matter whether you're straight or gay; making out in public is disgusting, and you should go home to fucking do it.

I mean, jesus christ, just go home and get your sex on.

"It's not a submarine you specimen, do you know how air works?"

This show is fantastic and I wish to make love to it very much.

SO.

The point is that I wndered over to gay night, watched dudes make out with each other, then had Callum steal some kind of head dress and then j'accuse me of stealing it.

I feel slandered.

And drunk.

Well. Mostly drunk.

Right.

So...