1) A friend of mine has a cup from the Oasis restaurant in Austin. The restaurant's logo was extremely similar, and it scared the crap out of me. I was sure the website had released cups or something, and that my friend was familiar with the site, and thus had read my journal. I can kind of be an idiot.

2) I'm not sure which is worse; being obsessed with looks, or being obsessed about your perceived intelligence. And there's always those who are obsessed with their perceived masculinity/femininity.

Wow, that is one crazy fucker of a dad.

i am too weary to arrange the flowers,
a quiet boy,
an unmade bed,
and all the tragedy this implies.

some secrets exist only at night-time,
in anaesthetic dreams :
so carefully hidden once morning comes.

(I have started a collection of photos of flowers, entitled 'sad flowers'. There is no purpose to it. Click to see.)

http://christwire.org/2012/02/starbucks-are-you-drinking-the-gay/

SEATTLE IS ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS CITIES IN AMERICA

OH SHIT GUYS. OH SHIT. MY PURITY IS IN DANGER!

But yeah, I'm having trouble figuring out if it's all a joke, all serious, or a little of both. Some articles seem pretty legit and the comments suggest so, but most if it is just soo ridiculous that it's hilarious..

I'm gonna stick with one of the comments and agree it's like the Onion for Christians, which is great if they actually *do* have a sense of humour... ;)

I'm suuuuper sick. All I can think of this time last year? 2 years ago? That you got this sick and you couldn't sleep and the coughing kept you up all night and your abs were sore from it. And I took care of you and made you tea. And food. And when you couldn't sleep and your coughing woke me up in the middle of the night I would be half asleep doing light fingers on your back and stomach because it was your favorite thing and it made you sleepy. And it calms you down. And you were able to fall back asleep at night. Propped up with pillows because laying down made your lungs worse.

Hey y'all, Christian here writing my first of what I hope will be many journal entries on this fine site!

I'm quite a bit like many of you on here and from what I've read y'all come from a diverse group: We have GLBT's of all walks of life and ages, and at 22 I'm probably in the average age group of the contributors on here. I've read entries from our kind that don't feel like they belong anywhere but here, and I'm going to be another face in that crowd.

Although I doubt any of you would even think I'm gay.

Dominique. That name. I still think about her every once in a while. Our story. Is a true story of forbidden love. As you may have read in another journal entry of mine, My parents don't believe in bisexuality. But they don't see my side. Of course they love me and I love them. They just. Don't understand. I'm sure many people have been there before. Well. Dominique was tall, skinny, and beautiful red hair with black underneath. She was crazy though. But that's what made her so unique. We started off as a "secret romance". A romance that we didn't take seriously at first.