Insomnia givith, insomnia taketh

Totally tried to laid down 3 hours ago. Hense it just didn't work out as planned. And here I am. Wide awake at the crack of morning.

First and foremost, to the mexican male homo's who decided to keep everyone awake in the room by having the lights on, and playing a stupid number game, THEN to speak spanish about me-while I am trying to sleep.. a big FUCK YOU! Hablo espanol tambien tu cabassa caca's!

To Mr. Hairy Chest Irish man-i-need-to-have-sex-with, THANK you very much for taking your clothes off and letting me see you in nothing but your very cute, and very skimpy black briefs. Although I am not a brief man, yours were quite intersting, and I would like to see more. Specially with your nice hairy chest, with was that a little salt mixed in with the pepper? At any rate it was good eye candy for me, and future masterbation material as well. I wish you a very safe trip to Las Vegas. Don't have sex with anyone named Elvis, and if your ever in the same area as me, maybe we can hook up, I'll lick Guiness off your body for hours.

Thirdly, again to Mr. Male mexican Homo party of one--you snore. Like Paul Bunyon cutting down the entire red wood forrest in one slow and painful durge of your ax. As a medical professional, may I suggest a c-pap, or maybe a bi-pap, or better yet, the cheap and effective method, a plastic wal-mart bag over your head.

And Lastly a shout out to the fellow insomniacs out there in cyber land. Sleeps a bitch, much like sex, you turn into one, when you are not getting any!

the mateing calls of the wild feathered birds

Somewhere, someone must of written a book outlining the scientific details of the mateing and courting rituals, no matter how sacred, of the gay community. Move over Jane Austin, this is more complex than anything victorian.

Although I had noticed Mr. Mexican Walmart-bag snorer earlier in the day, they kept to themselves. IT wasn't until later in the evening that it dawned on me they were the same worldly known species as my self-the raging homosexual. Maybe it was the movie "Trick" they were watching that gave it away. Maybe my gay dar was going beep beep beep--yes that's it, definately the later.

After getting back from Insomniac land with the other night birds of prey, I got into bed, and Mr. MWB, got up from the bunk, walked to the door, and came back, and brushed against me. Very seductively with his hand on my armpit. Nothing more, nothing less. He went back to the top bunk only to return for yet another bathroom break.

The room I slept in, houses 4 bunk beds, of a total of 8. On the first floor of the beds: Myself, Irish hairy chest man, and Isreal artistic chick, followed by another Irish bloke. Top pier: Asian sleeply bloke followed by mysterious other have of Mr. MWB, and then MWB himself. Mr. MWB has a perfect view into my bunk.

He came down, and came closer: "Your hot" wanted to tell you that. We can do anything, as he brushed against Ernie and the boys, which was recpricoted. He mentioned that he had noticed me all day, yet we couldn't do anything. Although the erections showed anyway. His boyfriend was the other bloke in the top tier, which he kindly informed me, none-the-less. Our shallow kisses beconded otherwise.

What followed was a peep show, of mass proportion of exhibition viewed from the beds and resulted into sleep and slumber, although I highly doubt I got either or.

He winked at me comming from the shower. A smile. And I noticed, quite to my anger and frustration, he has quite the hairy chest. Something I long for. Maybe we could get married and I'll braid my name within those walls....

Another case for the Judd File....