Jim the Transvestite

Tuesday, June 6th,

8 a.m.- I just woke up and had a revolution. No longer do I just want to be Jim the Gay, I shall be Jim the Transvestite!

8:05 a.m.- Note to self: must change name.

8:10 a.m.- The name's Sugarpie, Janice Sugarpie.

9 a.m.- I ran downstairs to give a full recap to my dad. Very bad. He said it was bad enough that I was homosexual, but if I wanted to be a drag queen I had to get my nineteen year old ass out of his house. He just doesn't understand. I just want to show what my inner self is truly like to the rest of the world. Can't a girl be loved?

PS- Need to find a new place to live by Saturday.

3 p.m.- At work. This job implodes, all I do is sit in the back room and fold shirts. All day. Once and a while I get a pair of nice, low rise, hip hugger jeans (I have about nine pairs myself. They make my hip bones jut out quite nicely). And to make matters worse my pay is at bare minimum. The only reason I stay is because of a sweet, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous, boy. His name's Kyle, and he has the most amazing auburn, wispy hair I have ever laid my eyes on. I just want to run my hands through it. He doesn't notice me though¦*sigh*¦being manager and all.

5 p.m.- So during the 4:58 break I was sitting in my normal spot at the café across the street where I could see Kyle working through the shop windows. I was looking through a newspaper's real estate section. I only have like four days left. There was an ad for a small flat that was surprisingly in my budget so I brought out my handy dandy cell and made an appointment to go see it tomorrow.

11 p.m.- Can't sleep- thoughts of Jake and being a camp drag queen swirling through my head.

Wednesday, June 7th,

mood ring color: green-anxious

I checked out the apartment today. Let me tell you, it needs major work in the looks department! It's time like these that I'm glad I'm gay, so I don't need to apply for a one in the thousand chance of getting the Fab 5 to help me (Kai is so damn sexy though). Off topic¦once a friend of a friend's sister who used to go out with a guy who once dated this girl who's sister's ex-boyfriend realized he was gay and went out with my ex-boyfriend dated Carson. Damn bitch is lucky! All I get is an apartment with bright purple floors and cocaine in a kitchen drawer.

Back at the topic of the apartment: it's way tiny and only has one very wee bedroom and a bathroom that looks like it wasn't cleaned since Medieval times. And I don't mean the restaurant. Once I move in there the first thing I'll clean is it so I stop vomiting in my mouth. At least I'll have a place of my own to begin my dream¦Tomorrow I start renting it.

Thursday, June 9th,

number of fags (no pun intended to myself): 17

3 a.m.- Wake up hyperventilating: Why the hell did I buy that dump?!