Well I just woke up. A late night and morning for me yet again. I will try and break the pattern tonight. I didn't sleep in near as much as I wanted to because I didn't want to fuck up my sleeping schedule. Dave, Seb, and Kayla came over last night. They showed up right after I was done work. They had a 24 of Lakeport Honey. It is a not bad beer. Especially for the price. I had a hell of a fun time. When they got here, we cracked some beers and hung out on the balcony for a bit. Brought out my speakers and MP3 player and listened to some Leftover Crack. Then we came in and listened to the likes of Origin and Mr. Bungle on my computer. Drinking more of course. Then I took them to the park. Kayla and Seb had never been here before. So It was almost their tour. It is a nice park. When we got back. We listened to the hockey game on the radio. Anaheim won the Stanley Cup. They deserved it. They were definately the better team and Ottawa played like shit. We played poker in my room. All four of us. Just a two dollar game. Dave and I were the last ones in.
He bought me out for 6 bucks. So I got three quarters of the pot and I didn't even finish winning. I think we had cracked into some wine at this point. Kayla and I decided we should get on dying our hair. It had been the plan for a while. I dyed it turquoise and pink. I put pictures up. I can't wait to see my boss's reaction. But I think she will like it. While the colour was sitting. Kayla, Seb and I went for a walk in the park again with some beer. I was a nice walk. When we got back I showered and got all the shit out. It was going on nigh five in the morning at this point. I kept going into my room to get shit and Kayla and Seb were kissing in their. they would always stop. I told them to stop being bashful. I had seen people kiss before believe it or not. The next time I walked in and just embraced them both from behind in my half assed attempt to join in. Then both Seb and Kayla attempted to give me hickeys. I don't think it worked. But it was hot. That is all that fucking matters.
Seb really knows how to neck. That man might turn me gay for goodness sake. I came in the room and of course told them they could fuck in my bed. Shit like that doesn't bother me. But I told them not to sleep together because my Grandma is accepting of most things I do. but she refuses to let boys and girls who aren't married, sleep together. I have done it many times though. Not hard to get away with. but there were four of us. So it was. So When I was in a half daze and woke up at 6:30 this morning. I saw that Seb wasn't out in the living room still. So I went to my room to get him. Sure enough. He was passed out on Kayla. She was bottomless. His face was on her stomach and the rest of him was between her legs. Looked like he passed out giving her face. It was fucking golden and I will never forget it. I still wish I had taken a picture of it. But I moved him out onto the pullout bed with me. He plopped himself down and spooned with me right away.
Haha. I love Seb. He is so fucking affectionate. If everyone were like him, there would be a lot less suicides I tell you. The man breeds happiness. Got up around 11 this morning. Shockingly. My grandma was a prick to me which is incredibly rare. It was because of my hair. I am still pissed of at her about it. She was telling me shit like "I hope you get fired". "Maybe someday you will grow up". I told her how she was being fucking stupid to accept other things about me that she does and can't accept this. She told me she wasn't going in public with me anymore. I told her how logical it was for her to lose it over my hair colour but she is alright with my smoking which is killing me which by her standards sends me to hell. I told her this is the shallow fucking Christian coming out who cares what everyone around them thinks. I also told her she hadn't cared about my hair dye habits before. But now she is getting all choosy on which ones she can handle and shit?
Blows my mind what sets people off. Blows my mind how stupid they can be. I changed the colour of my hair. Whoopie fucking do. I don't think she was happy when I told her my boss won't care. I had told her ahead of time I was doing it. It pissed me off when my Grandmother told me she hoped I got fired to be taught a lesson in maturity. She knew I was pissed. She is gone for a walk now. I think regret is starting to sink in for her. I think she sensed how hurt I was by how angry I was. I never get angry with her. She was also having this whole conversation in front of my Aunt Nelly. So it was a public put down. At least she waited until my friends left. If she had made comments about Kayla too and had been that rude, I would have had a lot more to say. Why the fuck do people care about things that don't matter? They only matter because people choose to make it matter. When did it become alright to hate colours of hair that you wouldn't naturally grow? When did variety and change become the new milleniums nigger? Us weird coloured hair people can't go out in public with the normal haired ones.
Even if it is their own Grandmother. Ugh. I am indignant. I don't like this feeling. I came on here to blast away my emotions because I want to keep them in check around my Grandmother. I don't want to say anything I will regret. So far I have been succesful. I hope guilt does the rest. Why are family always the one to quickest become ashamed of you? The ones who are supposed to love you the most. It is never true it seems. My friends won't give a good god damn about it. You know why? Because it doesn't matter. I am the same Trevor they know and love. Only with sweeter, kick ass hair. Kayla's hair turned out fucking awesome as well. I love it a lot. She has to buy a wig though today because she can't go to work with her hair colour. Sucks to be her. I am hung over. I am tired. I think I need to go regroup. I don't plan on going into work stressed. I try to never bring my problems from home into the work place.
I need to be happy and upbeat to sell godd wine. I am generally succesful. I think it does people good to see my smilin face day after day. I am one of those rare breeds who are truly happy at work. My customers sense that and pick up on the vibe. So they like me. That is why I have to maintain that. I am earning loyalty. It also helps me sell fucking good wine. So I hope you all have had a lovely day thus far. Go fuck a chicken. Non-conformity yay! Cheers everyone!
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