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Monday, December 15, 2003
Christ, I am turning into such a whore! Lately I've become really sexually aggressive (well, I've had two shags in just over a week, I'm counting that as being pretty hardcore. Hey, it's a start!). I was at lame Fluffy at Family last night (which usually makes me cringe and roll my eyes. Am I right, fellow Brisbane 'mos?), and I was drunk out of my skull. I can't even remember meeting and talking to this dude, but he said we talked for ages beside the dancefloor. Anyway, I went back to his place, and I fucked his arse like, five times. Did any of y'all see that elephant documentary last night? I can assure you that his anal ring resembled the fanny of one of those she-elephants by the end of the evening. It flapped in the breeze that came off the Brisbane River. Stupid rich cunts with their awesome apartments.

But yeah, speaking of, this cunt was so well off. What a cockhead. Apparently he designed and owned my favourite bar in Brisbane, all his clothes were Gucci and Versace, he owned (or edited or something) Vogue Homme or some shit, and he drove me home in a BMW convertible! What a gentleman. He was super nice too, I demanded some free clothes because he owns a clothes shop as well, and he said he could definitely hook me up. Shame about the forty-ness (ugh, Dawei), and... there was a little campness. But I figure you can't own Bvlgari glasses and not be slightly camp. Meh, I stole my trophies of a Gucci wrist band and a pair of underwear (yuck), so it's all good.

Actually, this dude just rang me up as I was writing this entry, asking me if I wanted "to have lunch, and fuck". Oh, my God! What a slut! That sounded a bit too much like a date, so I had to palm him. Plus, who has sex sober? He did have quite the perfect penis though. Not too big, thick, nice foreskin. Not enough pre-cum for my liking, but you can't have everything I guess.

Plus I'm leaving on Wednesday, and can't sit down because my anus has a scab and a tear from my LAST attempt at taking it in the arse. I don't want to be stuck on a plane sitting on a cunting rubber doughnut. Although, if it's good enough to be eaten out as it was last night, maybe I could just tough it out after all...

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