FRIDAY
Friday night is our last night of recruiting, and we go to Vision. Nobody is really there, but Paul Johnson is banging it. I finish my Andre Hatchett article that night as well. The July issue finally goes to the printer. FREEDOM!!! CELEBRATE!!!!!!

Saturday night I am ready to annihilate myself. Me and Doug go to the Walgreens and stock up on those portable necklace fans that don’t work. We want to give them as presents because we know it will be hot as hell tonight. We then join Lugo Rosado at the Generator for drinks with Dana Powell. We do a crazy convoy to the 67th Street Loft Party and meet up with David Sabat. Steroid Stripper man has broken up with his crazy girlfriend (again), and is looking for something to do with his temporary replacement girl. I tell him he should try a southside party, and it takes me almost an hour to explain how to get there. I have invited 4 white people to 67th, 10 less than last time.

The party was cool, not as cool as the ones before. Plus steroid stripper man kept trying to get up on me even with his new girl there. First of all I hate disrespect like that and I told him to cut it out. Secondly I reminded him that I see him as just a friend and no longer my boytoy. Done is done. He couldn’t stand the fact that I was with someone I really liked and it was just too bad. I hope Ojay isn’t mad that I kept taking away her security

SUNDAY
Is today stripper day? Not only does steroid stripper man want to hang out, but another stripper/pornstar I used to know is in town for the night and wants to hang too. For some reason, chilling with 2 extremely hot men (physically only) does not appeal to me. I blow them both off in favor of alone time.