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Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
What Happened To The Wyler's?
I've bit my tongue, I've gagged myself, I've told myself it’s not worth it but I can't do it anymore. I've been twisted and turned, and bent and now I'm broken! The “Wyler’s" are awful people. (Well, to be fair I'm still on good terms with Mason, but he won't give any of us the time of day anymore so we'll just lump him in.) The boys moved out two months early and expected me to cover their part of the rent because they would no longer be living in the house. Why did they move out? Because "Marcus" decided he would rather move back in with his parents and brother in the remote town outside of Houston so he could go sell shoes. Now let me explain why this is frustrating to me. We live, 20 minutes tops from where he got his glamorous job of foot measuring and sock washing and Marcus is too much of a delicate flower to commute I guess. So for awhile Mason and Marcus lived in different places and I really did feel bad for Mason, he missed Marcus because Marcus refused to drive out to visit him and Mason would have to be the one who drove to see him every single day. (Please note, I'm not being a cunt about this part because I understand that the heart needs its other half but really to leave your "boyfriend of 5 years" and refuse to drive across the street to see him is stupid.) So at this point Mason and I were on the outs because he decided to air our roommate dirty laundry in front of my boyfriend at the time Van and I was determined to get out of that situation. So while I'm gone for a few days letting myself unwind and disconnect from the situation it turns out Mason just up and moved out leaving no one living in the house. So there is rent and bills to be paid and no one there! It was insane.
So here I am with a house note, and bills because these two boys who wanted to be together so badly that they lived apart for a month (while Marcus was courting another boy to be one of their infamous and always failing third boyfriends the whole time.) I was happy to an extent to be rid of these two, now keep in mind that Mason is hardly the problem most of the time and usually just lumped in with Marcus, but Marcus had been sleeping with and trying to be friends with my ex, and flaunting it in my face when I constantly told him that it bothered me. "I don't see what the big deal is." Well sir, when someone asks you to stop doing something in their face usually there is a reason.
Offense Two: While we're on the road to Disney World I get a text message from my now ex-roommates very curious to see who was going to be in the house while I was away. I tried to avoid the subject at all costs since seeing that it is now my house and if you left your stuff in it, well you'll just have to wait till I get back in town to get retrieve it. That's how it works when you don't pay rent and just leave your stuff. So I tell him Julian will be in the house and that’s it. Later that week I get a text from Julian saying that someone had been in the house. Turns out Marcus, without telling anyone, goes through the house and just starts to take random stuff. Granted yes, it is your stuff, but it is not your home.
So that means you need to be there when someone else is. Who knows what else he took! I found multiple pairs of my underwear in their dirty laundry and I'm still missing some shirts. So we get home and I discover the pile of unpaid bills was missing! You know the bills they weren't (and haven't) paid and I had to have to get everything changed over! Not only that but I had to pay reconnection and late fees because they let the Gas and Water get turned off.
Third Offense: I understand we parted ways... We didn't talk about it in public its bad business. I have been asked over and over and over and over what happened to Mason, yet I have not said a single bad thing outside of my group of friends. Yet if you go on Wylernation all mention of me is deleted because Marcus didn't like how well I am doing for myself while Mason has to re-image himself. But to go and make it a Porter thing. You can dislike ******** all you want, that’s off camera and that’s our personal stuff but to freaking make this a professional issue is just tacky. (Okay, yeah, I'm airing my dirty laundry right now but my head is about to explode!)
Fourth Strike: Last night, I get a text from Marcus: My parents want our stuff, we're going to get it tomorrow morning. I get this text at like six o'clock. Meaning we have fifteen hours. Okay, here's the thing. It is their stuff so they're entitled to it. I'm not angry about that. But we did have a deal I'd watch it for six months and they won't have to get a storage unit. So it was a fair trade... Well they wanted it back no big... But fifteen hours notice!?! They took the Washer and the Dryer. The Dining room set... The Living Room set... My bed... My roommates bed... The desks... No warning is a bit of problem for me.
The Final Straw... I had met with Marcus a while back and told him since they were no longer paying rent or bills they had to give me back the master key and garage door opener. So he did... This morning I wake up to Mason in my house... He had used a key that they had made. There are two more keys. He basically lied, and when I confronted him he said "I gave you MY key." They still have keys to the house so they can come and go as they please I believe this is called breaking and entering folks. Oh yes... And Lying... That is what set me over the edge now I have to change the locks and the garage door because how can I trust them not to come and go at their leisure. Why they would come back, I don't know. But do you really leave your door wide open to people who seem hellbent on your destruction!
So the saga ends. No more hunts for their third boyfriends. No more moody fights. No more random men coming over and staying for days because he was staying around for sex that wasn't happening. No more sloppy ass, dishes everywhere and stinking up my bathroom roommates. The Wylers. Not good roommates.
I'd like to end this by saying I miss Mason around. He's a fun guy to hang out with. He's a sweetie and maybe someday down the road we can hang out and you can look me in the eye. You know what I'm talking about. Good luck boys. I wish you the best in life, in love, and in prosperity. But no... We will not be signing another lease together.
Peace Out Bro Scout,
Porter Wescott
So here I am with a house note, and bills because these two boys who wanted to be together so badly that they lived apart for a month (while Marcus was courting another boy to be one of their infamous and always failing third boyfriends the whole time.) I was happy to an extent to be rid of these two, now keep in mind that Mason is hardly the problem most of the time and usually just lumped in with Marcus, but Marcus had been sleeping with and trying to be friends with my ex, and flaunting it in my face when I constantly told him that it bothered me. "I don't see what the big deal is." Well sir, when someone asks you to stop doing something in their face usually there is a reason.
Offense Two: While we're on the road to Disney World I get a text message from my now ex-roommates very curious to see who was going to be in the house while I was away. I tried to avoid the subject at all costs since seeing that it is now my house and if you left your stuff in it, well you'll just have to wait till I get back in town to get retrieve it. That's how it works when you don't pay rent and just leave your stuff. So I tell him Julian will be in the house and that’s it. Later that week I get a text from Julian saying that someone had been in the house. Turns out Marcus, without telling anyone, goes through the house and just starts to take random stuff. Granted yes, it is your stuff, but it is not your home.
So that means you need to be there when someone else is. Who knows what else he took! I found multiple pairs of my underwear in their dirty laundry and I'm still missing some shirts. So we get home and I discover the pile of unpaid bills was missing! You know the bills they weren't (and haven't) paid and I had to have to get everything changed over! Not only that but I had to pay reconnection and late fees because they let the Gas and Water get turned off.
Third Offense: I understand we parted ways... We didn't talk about it in public its bad business. I have been asked over and over and over and over what happened to Mason, yet I have not said a single bad thing outside of my group of friends. Yet if you go on Wylernation all mention of me is deleted because Marcus didn't like how well I am doing for myself while Mason has to re-image himself. But to go and make it a Porter thing. You can dislike ******** all you want, that’s off camera and that’s our personal stuff but to freaking make this a professional issue is just tacky. (Okay, yeah, I'm airing my dirty laundry right now but my head is about to explode!)
Fourth Strike: Last night, I get a text from Marcus: My parents want our stuff, we're going to get it tomorrow morning. I get this text at like six o'clock. Meaning we have fifteen hours. Okay, here's the thing. It is their stuff so they're entitled to it. I'm not angry about that. But we did have a deal I'd watch it for six months and they won't have to get a storage unit. So it was a fair trade... Well they wanted it back no big... But fifteen hours notice!?! They took the Washer and the Dryer. The Dining room set... The Living Room set... My bed... My roommates bed... The desks... No warning is a bit of problem for me.
The Final Straw... I had met with Marcus a while back and told him since they were no longer paying rent or bills they had to give me back the master key and garage door opener. So he did... This morning I wake up to Mason in my house... He had used a key that they had made. There are two more keys. He basically lied, and when I confronted him he said "I gave you MY key." They still have keys to the house so they can come and go as they please I believe this is called breaking and entering folks. Oh yes... And Lying... That is what set me over the edge now I have to change the locks and the garage door because how can I trust them not to come and go at their leisure. Why they would come back, I don't know. But do you really leave your door wide open to people who seem hellbent on your destruction!
So the saga ends. No more hunts for their third boyfriends. No more moody fights. No more random men coming over and staying for days because he was staying around for sex that wasn't happening. No more sloppy ass, dishes everywhere and stinking up my bathroom roommates. The Wylers. Not good roommates.
I'd like to end this by saying I miss Mason around. He's a fun guy to hang out with. He's a sweetie and maybe someday down the road we can hang out and you can look me in the eye. You know what I'm talking about. Good luck boys. I wish you the best in life, in love, and in prosperity. But no... We will not be signing another lease together.
Peace Out Bro Scout,
Porter Wescott
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Huntsville Rapist Bed Intruder Song
This was a clever post I found that I had to share with you guys. You will die laughing, I know I did.
Peace Out Bro Scout
Porter Wescott
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My Friends, My Lovers, My Enemies
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Monday, August 2, 2010
We Have A Real Rapist!
Just another crazy video while I'm enjoying a break this summer.\
Peace Out Bro Scout
Porter Wescott
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Disney World Part 6
Sorry boys, between a new shoot, Lady Gaga concert, a calendar shoot, discovering some shopping secrets about Mason Wyler (Don't leave your old mail laying around), having game nights with the boys, trying to figure things out with Cameron Marshall, laundry, cleaning, and trying to sleep between all of the above I haven't been much in the blogging state of mind. So the last day of Disney, finally.
So we went to Animal Kingdom, the park Logan used to work in so he was thrilled. We had to be at the finding Nemo show early because we were going to see our new friend Robert perform! He was so good! It was really exciting to see him in his element! And after the show he was able to get us a meet in greet with the cast. (Why is this news. IT NEVER HAPPENS THAT’S WHY!) So after this we went on the coolest roller coaster at Disney Expedition Everest! It was amazing if you haven't been on it I strongly encourage a trip up the forbidden mountain. We were VIPed into Festival of the Lion King (This triggers a later blog) and we got to get photos with the cast! (Another thing no one gets!) We did all the rides, Dinosaur, The Safari, The Carnival Rides. It was a blast, except everyone but Logan and Van were not feeling too hot. Give me break I had just passed a Kidney Stone and poor Robert was dehydrated and losing his lunch!
We spent the majority of the rest of the day resting and getting ready to go out to Club Pulse (Minus Logan who ended up meeting up with some of his Florida friends.) Pulse was hopping and I made some amazing contacts there, so don't be surprised if you see my face on a poster to make a club appearance in Orlando soon. Also to all you Houston drag queens, the Orlando girls raise the bar! (Another blog for another time.)
I'm going to end Disney Blogs here though boys and get this blog back to normal. We ended up staying an extra day and just hit up the rides and shows we had not already seen. (Thanks again Robert for making this possible.) The drive home... Well... It was three sleeping boys and one driving boy, the most eventful thing that happened was horrible service at a KFC!
Have a Magical Day,
Porter Wescott
So we went to Animal Kingdom, the park Logan used to work in so he was thrilled. We had to be at the finding Nemo show early because we were going to see our new friend Robert perform! He was so good! It was really exciting to see him in his element! And after the show he was able to get us a meet in greet with the cast. (Why is this news. IT NEVER HAPPENS THAT’S WHY!) So after this we went on the coolest roller coaster at Disney Expedition Everest! It was amazing if you haven't been on it I strongly encourage a trip up the forbidden mountain. We were VIPed into Festival of the Lion King (This triggers a later blog) and we got to get photos with the cast! (Another thing no one gets!) We did all the rides, Dinosaur, The Safari, The Carnival Rides. It was a blast, except everyone but Logan and Van were not feeling too hot. Give me break I had just passed a Kidney Stone and poor Robert was dehydrated and losing his lunch!
We spent the majority of the rest of the day resting and getting ready to go out to Club Pulse (Minus Logan who ended up meeting up with some of his Florida friends.) Pulse was hopping and I made some amazing contacts there, so don't be surprised if you see my face on a poster to make a club appearance in Orlando soon. Also to all you Houston drag queens, the Orlando girls raise the bar! (Another blog for another time.)
I'm going to end Disney Blogs here though boys and get this blog back to normal. We ended up staying an extra day and just hit up the rides and shows we had not already seen. (Thanks again Robert for making this possible.) The drive home... Well... It was three sleeping boys and one driving boy, the most eventful thing that happened was horrible service at a KFC!
Have a Magical Day,
Porter Wescott
Monday, July 19, 2010
Disney World Part 5
Hey guys... Sorry for the delay, sometimes doing a whole lot of nothing makes you want to do a whole lot of nothing! But this is fitting because that's what today's Disney blog is about, our off day... It was supposed to be an easy day to rest... A vacation from vacation if you will. (Logan's idea.) Believe me though, we needed it. When the boys and I hit something, we hit it hard. (We exert more energy on vacations and trips than we do during the school/work week.) We were going to take the day to Laze around the water parks and catch some sun, but sadly it didn't work out due to money and we would have been limited on time. (I want to try a Disney water park so bad now.) Instead of the lounging in the parks we did a lot of lounging around the cabin until Logan suggested we look at some of the world class hotels and hit up the Disney Shopping district and make this our souvenir shopping day. But it worked out well because we got to spend the day with our wonderful new friend Robert! (Our other new buddy Emmett dropped in but was quickly beckoned away by real life.)
The day was pretty relaxed, most of us talked as we strolled the thousands of Mickey Mouse products while Van and Logan furiously were looking for keepsakes. We stayed a few hours before heading back the cabin. I rushed it along because I started to feel something funny in my side. It was a dull pain that would jab really hard every now and then.
That night was our big dinner at O'hana. Logan has been raving about this place for months. He claimed it was his favorite restaurant on the planet. Due to the description most of us didn't eat that day and were ready to be stuffed. So as we're napping and refreshing for dinner at nine I kept having to pee. (I noticed an urgency of my bladder at Downtown Disney and that I was peeing red and thought in the back of my mind it was a Kidney Stone since it seems to be a rite of passage in my family.) It worried me before, but now I was straight up pissing blood and my side hurt badly! I was determined to make it through this amazing dinner though. We get to the restaurant and I sent Logan and Van ahead, while Dash and I found a place to park. When they were inside Dash and I discussed worst case scenario if this problem gets worse. We met the boys inside and it just got of control painful. I was peeing dried blood, the urine stream was cloudy, and I was officially freaked out.
Why the hell didn't you go to the hospital you ask? Well, Logan was so excited for this dinner all week and I was determined to make sure he had a damn good time. Van and Logan walked around the hotel while we waited on our time to go up while I laid in the lounge and Dash hung back with me. The boys met us upstairs where we had run into Logan's old friend Joe who was joining us for dinner and I was informed that Logan was able to snag us the very sought after table with the fireworks view. My pain was getting worse, Logan and Van were getting more excited, and the dinner was sounding more awesome... I was going to make it through this dinner if I passed that stone at the table.
We're seated at a table with an amazing view. The castle is rising above the trees across the lake. Couples are singing with the host celebrating their engagement. Huge pineapples full of rum come to our table. Plate after plate of amazing looking Polynesian food is set on the table. (Its family style all you can eat.) I keep having to leave to pee. I come back and have some Lo-Mein and two pork dumplings. I was so excited for the main course because if the starters were this good... Oh man... The boys are laughing and smiling. The food smells amazing. The server comes to our table with two skewers one with plump fat shrimp the size of your fingers, one with tender steak cutlets he puts it on our plates. I have to pee. I go downstairs to pee. Blood. Pain. Stabbing side pains. Dinner was ruined for me.
When I got to the table it broke my heart. A.) I would not get to enjoy this amazing dinner with friends. B.) Van and Logan were so happy laughing and drinking, I couldn't pull them away. Dash saw the pain in my eyes and knew it was time to go. All the boys were ready to take me to hospital (I had gotten directions earlier, that whole worst case scenario.) but I asked them (Joe, Van, and Logan) to stay and enjoy their meal because I know what it meant to them and as much as I know I can be a Me Centered I wanted them to have a carefree night and the ER is no place for that.
Dash and I aren't from Orlando, so in our made painfilled rush to find some medical help and 911 calls we got a bit lost. We were calling Joe to navigate for us form O'hana, we had the 911 lady telling us to pull over the side of the road so she could locate us (not what you want to when passing a stone) and the iPhone getting all loopy. All I have to say is, Longest... Ride... Of... My... Life...
We ended up at Celebration hospital. The place is a resort. I kid you not, it was just as nice as our cabins. We check in and go through all the tests. Pee in a cup. Pulse. Temperature. Then we're forgotten about... The nurse didn't even realize my cup of pee was sitting next to her. If you've been in an emergency room you know it’s done by their idea of who needs it most. So, dumb ass I dropped grease on my foot went before and a child that was shivering so severely it broke my heart. In my time in the waiting room, (The whole 4 hours of it) I learned that Orlando Florida is in what is called the Kidney Stone belt and almost everyone in that room had a Kidney Stone to pass. Weird? Well think about it, rides jostling you around, you're not hydrated, you're not eating a balanced meal so it makes sense. I was a victim of circumstance.
Logan, Van, and Joe show up to keep me company. Though Logan and Van's energy level did not match mine. (The photos of the back of my head are me in pain and Logan taking pictures.) "For your blog! For your blog." Thanks brother.... Our names were called right as Aiden Ash showed up at the hospital to hang out with us. That was a let down because we were seconds away from being a hospital party. I didn't see the point of the boys waiting in the lobby while I sat in the back rooms so I bid them good night and went in. Cat scans, IVs... Celebration Hospital was going to make a buck off of me. I was in the room with a Doctor and Nurse who were at Disney on vacation as well (Remember this detail) and they were both in there for Kidney stones! It was crazy. Loooooong story short of the back room was I passed the stone. It hurt. I was tired. I was hungry. I was disappointed and I just wanted this day over with.
Dash took me home to find Robert, Van, and Aiden watching ENCHANTED and Logan asleep in the wall bed and he kept mumbling something about shutting up. My easy day... Was harder than it should have been but that clock said 3 am so I said good night.
Have a Magical Day,
Porter Wescott
The day was pretty relaxed, most of us talked as we strolled the thousands of Mickey Mouse products while Van and Logan furiously were looking for keepsakes. We stayed a few hours before heading back the cabin. I rushed it along because I started to feel something funny in my side. It was a dull pain that would jab really hard every now and then.
That night was our big dinner at O'hana. Logan has been raving about this place for months. He claimed it was his favorite restaurant on the planet. Due to the description most of us didn't eat that day and were ready to be stuffed. So as we're napping and refreshing for dinner at nine I kept having to pee. (I noticed an urgency of my bladder at Downtown Disney and that I was peeing red and thought in the back of my mind it was a Kidney Stone since it seems to be a rite of passage in my family.) It worried me before, but now I was straight up pissing blood and my side hurt badly! I was determined to make it through this amazing dinner though. We get to the restaurant and I sent Logan and Van ahead, while Dash and I found a place to park. When they were inside Dash and I discussed worst case scenario if this problem gets worse. We met the boys inside and it just got of control painful. I was peeing dried blood, the urine stream was cloudy, and I was officially freaked out.
Why the hell didn't you go to the hospital you ask? Well, Logan was so excited for this dinner all week and I was determined to make sure he had a damn good time. Van and Logan walked around the hotel while we waited on our time to go up while I laid in the lounge and Dash hung back with me. The boys met us upstairs where we had run into Logan's old friend Joe who was joining us for dinner and I was informed that Logan was able to snag us the very sought after table with the fireworks view. My pain was getting worse, Logan and Van were getting more excited, and the dinner was sounding more awesome... I was going to make it through this dinner if I passed that stone at the table.
We're seated at a table with an amazing view. The castle is rising above the trees across the lake. Couples are singing with the host celebrating their engagement. Huge pineapples full of rum come to our table. Plate after plate of amazing looking Polynesian food is set on the table. (Its family style all you can eat.) I keep having to leave to pee. I come back and have some Lo-Mein and two pork dumplings. I was so excited for the main course because if the starters were this good... Oh man... The boys are laughing and smiling. The food smells amazing. The server comes to our table with two skewers one with plump fat shrimp the size of your fingers, one with tender steak cutlets he puts it on our plates. I have to pee. I go downstairs to pee. Blood. Pain. Stabbing side pains. Dinner was ruined for me.
When I got to the table it broke my heart. A.) I would not get to enjoy this amazing dinner with friends. B.) Van and Logan were so happy laughing and drinking, I couldn't pull them away. Dash saw the pain in my eyes and knew it was time to go. All the boys were ready to take me to hospital (I had gotten directions earlier, that whole worst case scenario.) but I asked them (Joe, Van, and Logan) to stay and enjoy their meal because I know what it meant to them and as much as I know I can be a Me Centered I wanted them to have a carefree night and the ER is no place for that.
Dash and I aren't from Orlando, so in our made painfilled rush to find some medical help and 911 calls we got a bit lost. We were calling Joe to navigate for us form O'hana, we had the 911 lady telling us to pull over the side of the road so she could locate us (not what you want to when passing a stone) and the iPhone getting all loopy. All I have to say is, Longest... Ride... Of... My... Life...
We ended up at Celebration hospital. The place is a resort. I kid you not, it was just as nice as our cabins. We check in and go through all the tests. Pee in a cup. Pulse. Temperature. Then we're forgotten about... The nurse didn't even realize my cup of pee was sitting next to her. If you've been in an emergency room you know it’s done by their idea of who needs it most. So, dumb ass I dropped grease on my foot went before and a child that was shivering so severely it broke my heart. In my time in the waiting room, (The whole 4 hours of it) I learned that Orlando Florida is in what is called the Kidney Stone belt and almost everyone in that room had a Kidney Stone to pass. Weird? Well think about it, rides jostling you around, you're not hydrated, you're not eating a balanced meal so it makes sense. I was a victim of circumstance.
Logan, Van, and Joe show up to keep me company. Though Logan and Van's energy level did not match mine. (The photos of the back of my head are me in pain and Logan taking pictures.) "For your blog! For your blog." Thanks brother.... Our names were called right as Aiden Ash showed up at the hospital to hang out with us. That was a let down because we were seconds away from being a hospital party. I didn't see the point of the boys waiting in the lobby while I sat in the back rooms so I bid them good night and went in. Cat scans, IVs... Celebration Hospital was going to make a buck off of me. I was in the room with a Doctor and Nurse who were at Disney on vacation as well (Remember this detail) and they were both in there for Kidney stones! It was crazy. Loooooong story short of the back room was I passed the stone. It hurt. I was tired. I was hungry. I was disappointed and I just wanted this day over with.
Dash took me home to find Robert, Van, and Aiden watching ENCHANTED and Logan asleep in the wall bed and he kept mumbling something about shutting up. My easy day... Was harder than it should have been but that clock said 3 am so I said good night.
Have a Magical Day,
Porter Wescott
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Disney World Part 4
If there is one place I’m comfortable it is up on stage with the spotlights on me. That is why I loved Disney’s Hollywood Studios! The place is amazing! If you haven’t been it is like you stepped onto a Hollywood back lot and you’re the star! (Wow, that sounds like I’m writing the copy for a Disney ad!) Some of the best thrill rides at the whole resort are in this park. (Keep in mind I said some, not all.) The Tower of Terror drops you thirteen floors, and when you’re gymnast who is incredibly flexible you can’t help but contort yourself into all kinds of shapes as you free fall though the air. There is also the Rocking Roller Coaster, (The Aerosmith coaster) that takes you from 0 – 60 in mere seconds, the photos on this one were priceless! Everyone’s faces were peeled back with their lips flapping. (These were another part of the Wescott charm walking us onto rides.)
A fan of mine was able to set up some photos that most people are not able to get with characters. So I’m pretty excited about a few of these. Though there was a particularly interesting photo we took this day. It was a photo of Alejandro aiming a “T-Bomb” at me. What makes this so funny is that later that night the boys and I went to the Parliament House (basically a club/hotel/bath house/ disease fest in Orlando) and shook our asses. Something snapped inside Alejandro and he tore into me. I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve the royal ass ripping he was giving me but he would not let up. Logan and his ex were passed out in the middle of the car, we were lost in Orlando and I had no where to go, then in the back here is Alejandro stirring the shit pot about things that had no business being brought up on our vacation. When I refused to give into his games he started to tell me how stupid I made him, that my very presence sucked his brain power out of his ears. I asked him what the nearest airport was back to Houston and got my wish. Alejandro was gone the next day. As far as I’m concerned… Alejandro Monte Carlo is dead to me. I’ll accept of things in my life but I will not accept being placed beneath someone because they feel they are superior to me, and I will not be told I am stupid. He’s gone. It is not a friendship I feel is worth fighting for because the “T-Bombs” have become far too frequent and are starting to make no damn sense. Voldemort you may have your follower back.
Have a Magical Day,
Porter Wescott
A fan of mine was able to set up some photos that most people are not able to get with characters. So I’m pretty excited about a few of these. Though there was a particularly interesting photo we took this day. It was a photo of Alejandro aiming a “T-Bomb” at me. What makes this so funny is that later that night the boys and I went to the Parliament House (basically a club/hotel/bath house/ disease fest in Orlando) and shook our asses. Something snapped inside Alejandro and he tore into me. I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve the royal ass ripping he was giving me but he would not let up. Logan and his ex were passed out in the middle of the car, we were lost in Orlando and I had no where to go, then in the back here is Alejandro stirring the shit pot about things that had no business being brought up on our vacation. When I refused to give into his games he started to tell me how stupid I made him, that my very presence sucked his brain power out of his ears. I asked him what the nearest airport was back to Houston and got my wish. Alejandro was gone the next day. As far as I’m concerned… Alejandro Monte Carlo is dead to me. I’ll accept of things in my life but I will not accept being placed beneath someone because they feel they are superior to me, and I will not be told I am stupid. He’s gone. It is not a friendship I feel is worth fighting for because the “T-Bombs” have become far too frequent and are starting to make no damn sense. Voldemort you may have your follower back.
Have a Magical Day,
Porter Wescott
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Disney World Part 3
On the second day of Disney my true love gave to me, an Epcot drinking spree! Hey guys, welcome back to my Disney trip blog scrapbook. It was the day of Epcot and I was really excited to go to Future World then try different drinks from around the world. When we first got to Epcot we made a bee line to Soarin’ Over California where we met up with this guy Robert, who ended up being someone we spent every day with that week. It’s almost funny that he was so quiet the first day we met him but the rest of the week was a full time chatter box/entertainment. Though there was a divide in the day, half of us wanted to enjoy the rides and shows, while the other half wanted to drink themselves into oblivion. Logan, our unofficial Disney tour guide mapped out our route so we had time to do everything. Though, again, my charms got us onto every ride though the backdoor so we were able to save lots of time. (I’m really not bragging, it boggled my mind as well!) In Future World we met up with Logan’s old fuck buddy/crush and our new friend from the Magic Kingdom, thus bringing us from a gaggle of gays to a flock of fairies. If you haven’t been to Epcot it is an experience! With everything from the GM Test Track to drinking exotic drinks from around the world, it is down the house fantastic.
There was a dark side to the day though… Some boys can not hold their tongues when they are pumped full of liquor. I could see though the day that there was a black storm cloud brewing. Logan, had to have some alone time and I could see the glazing over of Alejandro’s eyes as he prepared to drop what he has dubbed the “T-Bombs”. ( A T-Bomb is the supposed grouping of “truths” that Alejandro has collected about me to use against me anytime (every time) he gets drunk.) So the day was going swimmingly until we were riding the Malestrom in Norway and Alejandro decided it was time for him to drop his “T-Bomb”. Apparently he felt I was being inappropriate with a guy, when I am “talking” to another guy. The real “T-Bomb” should have been aimed in his direction and the truth of the matter was the guy we were hanging out with that he had his eyes on was giving me attention and not him. So a scene was made on the ride and everything went down hill from there. During the fireworks which should have been fantastic Logan’s ex had a break down, Logan had a break down, and Alejandro spent the twenty minutes trying to get in my face about things which he had no idea of what he was speaking. A hot mess day… A hot mess day…
Have a Magical Day,
Porter Wescott
There was a dark side to the day though… Some boys can not hold their tongues when they are pumped full of liquor. I could see though the day that there was a black storm cloud brewing. Logan, had to have some alone time and I could see the glazing over of Alejandro’s eyes as he prepared to drop what he has dubbed the “T-Bombs”. ( A T-Bomb is the supposed grouping of “truths” that Alejandro has collected about me to use against me anytime (every time) he gets drunk.) So the day was going swimmingly until we were riding the Malestrom in Norway and Alejandro decided it was time for him to drop his “T-Bomb”. Apparently he felt I was being inappropriate with a guy, when I am “talking” to another guy. The real “T-Bomb” should have been aimed in his direction and the truth of the matter was the guy we were hanging out with that he had his eyes on was giving me attention and not him. So a scene was made on the ride and everything went down hill from there. During the fireworks which should have been fantastic Logan’s ex had a break down, Logan had a break down, and Alejandro spent the twenty minutes trying to get in my face about things which he had no idea of what he was speaking. A hot mess day… A hot mess day…
Have a Magical Day,
Porter Wescott
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