Fucking hell, I hate Brisbane.

Firstly, seriously, what is with the heat? And if I have to hear about how hot it was a couple of weeks ago when I bitch about the current temperature I will seriously deck the unfortunate person. I'm hot, so I'm allowed to vent.

But the heat isn't the worst thing about this dumb city. I'm pretty sure I've bitched about the smallness of Brisbane's social scene before, especially on the faggy side of things. But argh, it's fucking annoying. So I'm out at stupid Family, glad to be back on the par-taying wagon. Unfortunately, I'm with a bunch of 'mos. I've met these people a few times before, but I don't really get along with many of them... because I have a fucking "reputation", through a complex web of trash talk and rumours, and now I've just become "that Dawei" or "Dawei, Slutski McBitchBreath". It's so unfounded as well. Well, I was bitching to one of my hetero friends about it, and he was all "dude, they aren't rumours if they're true" and I was all "hmmph".

I mean, I don't really care what people think (except for dumb Cheekbones telling everyone I had AIDS as I've lost about 10kgs from my already skinny-ass frame since going overseas and I'm heaps pale at the moment), as the people I like generally like me back. And seriously, you should see some of these homos, I feel totally superior to them. I would rather them hate me then like me. In a way, it's actually quite cool, I totally have a nemesis. I loathe him, and he hates me. He is the most flaming faggot I've ever seen and he is just so annoying. For some reason this piece of flamboyant offal is really popular. What's the deal there? I was bitching about him behind his back, and Cheekbones was all "people laugh AT him, but you just have to let him go". What shit. He's disgusting, he deserves ridicule so that's what he gets. Luckily Cb's new boyfriend hates him as well, so we rolled our eyes at him together and blew smoke rings at him in disdain. This guy is such a tool. I was sitting on a couch, and he asked me if I went to Mardi Gras (ugh, am I a desperate old queen, trying to forget my problems (probably sexual abuse from a father-figure, I think that's how a lot of poofs become pillow biters) through anonymous sex and mind-altering drugs?). Anyway, I totally smoked him and was all "uhm, no, I just got back from Europe" in this I-can't-believe-you-would-even-consider-talking-to-me-you-wet-cumrag voice. What a fucking dickhead. I HATE HIM. What was worse is that he actually seemed to enjoy it and said "Dave is cute, Dave can stay". Oh. My. God. That is a word for word quote, people. What a dickhead. I spat something about me having been around a lot longer than him, and he pansied off somewhere. Cocksucker.

It's all dumb Cheekbones' fault. He gossips about me to everyone for some reason, and he seems to know everyone in the fucking city. His new boyfriend, who is actually quite cool (we're going to go to the Source, Brisbane's only Negro music club), told me that he was threatened by me, as he's heard all the stories and I seemed like a bad influence on Cb. Like when we would play tennis at uni and comment on the looks of people passing by. Heh, what a wuss. He's a nice boy, but I think he has some self-esteem issues or something. I'm hardly a bad influence, you can't get a more loyal and caring friend than Dawei. Did I have a point with that tangent? Oh, the boyfriend was all "but yeah, now that I've gotten to know you I think you're cool, don't worry about what people say" or some shit.

I know I should be cut at Cb for giving me a bad name, but for some reason I don't really care that much. I don't think it's done with any malicious intent (well, from him, the others probably do), and I feel confident enough in myself now to recognise my superiority and not care what ugly loser dickheads think. And I guess I'd rather have a bit of a reputation than be bland and boring. And seriously, having a nemesis is cool. I hope we get into a proper fight or something, so I can rip out a big chunk of his bleached, straightened poof-hair. Hopefully this guy will be at my back, and I can hold his earrings while he opens a can of whoop-ass. He gave me a shout-out (cheers, bring 'em on people!) on his page and he seems quite hard, being all about the Thai kickboxing and shit. Maybe I should do that instead of acrobatics. Actually, a tan is the first step I need to take in self-improvement. Fucking pasty-ass skin. Stupid Europe.

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posted by Dawei at 3:23 pm