Sinning in the Dungeons

Hello again my sinful lovelies,

Its been what four days, I know a crime.

Well I apologize because three days ago I couldn't sleep and I was too busy flirting with cute boys to write. And two days ago I was at DND (Dungeons and Dragons). As always I DM'ed, Well only second slot. See we are an RPGA group (Role Playing Game Association)  and we play it in slots of like six hours. I got there two hours after it started, We where doing a seventy-two hour gameday, So I joined in a table and didn't know what the hell was going on. Mind you I still hadnt slept at this point.

Well I joined and played my dwarf shaman, well long story short I was the only first level at the table and they decided to play high, gods that was a bad idea. High level 1-4s are suited for level three and four, I swear that this was written for a level six or seven group. Well the party goes off to the left thinking that we would only have to deal with the group of drakes to the left along with the spitters, oh hell no. Me being a smart person observed the two rounds we didn't attack, on the third I summoned my spirit. Then the idiots run at the drakes and company. That was when a dragon descended, we're fuck, well that's what I said.

The spitters and drakes ran to the other side of the board when they saw the dragon, when I observed this I quickly realized that they where afraid of this dragon, well with this knowledge I suggested that we focus on the dragon. Well long story short my first level spirit stood toe to toe with the dragon for two rounds over half the team was bloodied or worse. I had healing left but I knew that it would be useless because of the poor teamwork so I decided fuck this the shaman runs. Well they say the first to run is a coward I say that first to run is a smart bitch because they all died.

Well on a lighter note Chuck, the idiot and homophobic cunt, who is so insecure about himself he tends, well not tends to he does. make gay jokes and openly bashes me without so much as a hint of kindness or joking in his tone.

Hell I like a good joke as much as the next fag but with him there is no stop, it's just fucking endless. God I hate it when I DM and there are new people at the table, why you may ask, is because he doesn't even stop when strangers are around. Maybe I don't want the cute blond guy with the nice ass to know I'm a fudge packer.

Well this weekend was supposed to be good for love for me, guess what? It didn't happen, I did everything within my power and more to fulfill that. I glamoured so much that some close friends didn't recognize me until I pointed out who I was. I fucked with my aura so that it was a dark seductive red. And to top it all off I invoked multiple deities and a demoness. So all in all I had many powerful creatures burning through my body for no reason what so ever and now I am so fucking tired, but every time I lay down I cant sleep.

I fell asleep at the gaming store though, I sat down in a chair with my feet up and a copy of Phoenix and fell into a very light sleep. Well I guess all of my spell work didn't go to waste though, this older guy seemed interested in me. Why is it that all of the chicken hawks and transgendered people are interested in me?

Oh on a side note I am addicted to Queer as folk, if you have suggestions for other tv shows for me to watch just tell me.

Well good-bye my sinning beauties, Sin for me why don't you?

- Daniel Devereux