Unfiltered

"Dear Reader, Every decision you make has a consequence, every, single, decision. I remember last year I found a bong in my step-sister's underwear drawer. I told on her. The decision I made was because, on a subconscious level, I knew she'd get grounded for a very long time. I like that. I like the idea of Blair around whenever I want to talk to her. I like her. I enjoy her company. She's getting older, she wants to have boyfriends, and the more she hangs out with boys, the less interest she has in talking to me. She got in deep shit, her dad was furious and grounded her for a year, and my mom predictably stood behind him on that decision. Was it selfish of me? Maybe. I could argue that I was helping her, who knows what sort of dark rabbit hole she could fall into with the crowd she was hanging around? I'm a good guy, mostly good, like most people, probably like yourself. Wouldn't you say you were mostly good? She got into trouble because I told on her, and now you know that I had somewhat selfish motives, but hey-- I was protecting her also. I'm not feeling too guilty about ratting Blair out. I've been busy living life to the fullest while Blair is grounded to the house. I met this hot blonde babe, Emma, and had a fiery two month long relationship with her. Our relationship ended when I thought I could do better than her, so I broke it off and pursued another chick. This other chick isn't even important enough to name, she was a mistake. I missed Emma, I deeply regretted splitting up with her. It was a mistake that she hasn't forgiven and she won't take me back. You bet your ass I've got a plan to win her back. Plus one more hot scene. Peace, Dean Taylor"