That I'm not gay. I'm not anything. I don't enjoy sexual acts (despite not actually partaking in any intercourse in my 18 years of being), they just simply don't appeal to me. I would say that I'd much rather read a book, which seems to be the ultimate alternative to sex, but the thought of reading terrifies me and just makes me think of university. The thought makes me shudder.

Anyway, "celibacy" is too strong a word, so I'll leave it at that. When Biffo asked me to perform sexual deeds to him over the internet last night, I decided it was time to set the record straight. Biffo said I had "nice boobies". All this trying to butter me up when I was drunk, however, did not work. Even the sight of his "Jailbreak" album could not win me over. As handsome as Biffo may be, I simply don't do homosexual acts.

It's now past 2am, and I'm quite tired whilst writing this, so please forgive me for the previous two paragraphs. This journal entry, unlike the majority of my others, is simply coming from a tired mind, lacking substance, style or indeed any thought.

Far too tired, more later undoubtedly, from the wonderful mind that is JacquesTheLad.

PS - The webcam is now in the bin.