Today is the 2nd anniversary of me losing my virginity. I lost it to some bloke called Mark(29) on my parents bed; the night before I got my GCSE results. It was so arkward but the best sex I've ever had. The best part of it (strangely) was the buildup, the secret meeting, the car journey to my house etc. It was just so exciting.
I don't know why but sometimes I wish I was still in the closet; those days were exciting and slightly adventurous. Now days the closest thing to excitement is getting slightly drunk at karoke every Friday. I never have any of those old anonymous (and orgasmic) sexual encounters that I once had when I lived about five different lives. Maybe my time in Brighton will remedy this.
Got quite drunk last night and realised that my Folkestone crew are not my kind of people. I think its time to move on once I'm at uni and do one of mine (now famous) personality/life changes where I become a completely different person. (last done 26th Feb 1998)
I feel like its time for a little chaotic living (sex,drugs,alcohol).
One other thing: I must remember to discreetly lose contact with my family (yawn worthy right wingers).