I’ve been on an extended weekend holiday with the boyf in Amsterdam and boy howdy they should be calling it Slam-Your-Man-sterdam because we are having tons of gay sex like a coupla fags
Hey all! I really meant to do this earlier, but better late than never, and the fundraiser is still active and about halfway to where it needs to go, so:
Thank you all for helping me out back in May The support means the world to me, and thanks to your kind contributions I was able to go and visit my boy in Britain. I'll try and mock up a proper recap blog—though I am notoriously terrible at doing those, I don't think I've ever managed a proper recap blog for any of the various conventions I've gone to over the years. I guess there was
Gone out the window on the fourteenth floor. Said, "I don't know," then didn't say anymore. She used the window instead of using the door. Now I'm alone up on the fourteenth floor. But I'm not high, I'm not high. She said good-bye, I don't know why.
Love you, Reg. Always have, always will.
don't forget that you're the best, reggie, okay?
Go outside. Lay on some grass. Look at the stars. Breath in the air. Don't die.