Very tired, short blog today. Ryo, my gay pianist friend, crashed at my dorm tonight cuz he was too tired to walk back. I feel as if I purposely offered my place for a place to crash to test my limits of open-mindedness....I think I even succeeded. Meanwhile, Henry's IMing me "Hey Faggot" and my blog is filled with playful euphemistic homophobia gestures for cheap humor - perhaps cuz it's been ingrained into my psyche for too long?

On another note, we had a long discussion today about him coming out of the closet to his parents - sounds harsh....He asked me what my mom would say if I told her I was gay. I think she'd be characteristically apathetic to an almost subconsciously Roremesque level. Ryo took the www.thespark.com gay test in front of me - though some html error of some kind prohobited us from uncovering the ultimate truth, if a hilariously designed website can earn the placement of such an honor. What are the new reactions?

Carlos: My best friend here is gay.

My Mother: Good. Make sure he uses a condom with his partners.
Stan: EWWWWWWWWW.
Henry: Faggot.
Pete: Sounds fun at Yale, dude.
Jeff: You're fucking disgusting.
Jade: I'm jealous.
Jerry: That's cool, dude..........yo, for real?
Dave: Wanna smoke a stoge?