Koi boys
It's been damn well near a month since my last entry...I'm so bad at this.
August has been huge. Absolutely gigantic. And really awful in a lot of ways (too much road time, I think) and really awesome in many others. Today, especially, I'm feeling my dad's negativity in the pants. He's the most pessimistic, discouraged melodramatic I've ever heard of. Even I don't get that bad. He's like a toddler or something. All I know from today and yesterday is that we'll be sorry when he's dead that we didn't buy him a pony. I won't be leaving home a day too soon. I seriously can't wait to get the fuck out.
I'm having trouble knowing whether or not I should tell my roommate that I'm gay. Mostly gay. Greek? I dunnno what to call myself. Fuck the labels, I know, I know. But it makes explanation difficult when you become anti label, because all words are labels.
I need to call mary and a couple other people, and buy a more comfortable pair of sunglasses. HONESTLY, can't I get a nice pair of bigass white aviator goggle type ones without suffering the nosebridge headache within thirty seconds of putting them on? What the fuck?
Also, here's my new cell phone number: 1-570-337-5269
I'm worried I may be...well...let me put it this way. Alchoholic = five foot bean plant / Cory = bean sprout . I need to stop drinking alone. I don't get totally smashed or anything...just a little tipsy. And then I wander around and stumbling/striding through the kitchen with a very...dignified posture...trying and probably not succeeding to look like I'm totally sober. Anyway...social drinking only, from now on, because I keep wanting to do it every night out of sheer boredom, and that's not the right reason to get drunk (and yet, what is?)
Adios!
August has been huge. Absolutely gigantic. And really awful in a lot of ways (too much road time, I think) and really awesome in many others. Today, especially, I'm feeling my dad's negativity in the pants. He's the most pessimistic, discouraged melodramatic I've ever heard of. Even I don't get that bad. He's like a toddler or something. All I know from today and yesterday is that we'll be sorry when he's dead that we didn't buy him a pony. I won't be leaving home a day too soon. I seriously can't wait to get the fuck out.
I'm having trouble knowing whether or not I should tell my roommate that I'm gay. Mostly gay. Greek? I dunnno what to call myself. Fuck the labels, I know, I know. But it makes explanation difficult when you become anti label, because all words are labels.
I need to call mary and a couple other people, and buy a more comfortable pair of sunglasses. HONESTLY, can't I get a nice pair of bigass white aviator goggle type ones without suffering the nosebridge headache within thirty seconds of putting them on? What the fuck?
Also, here's my new cell phone number: 1-570-337-5269
I'm worried I may be...well...let me put it this way. Alchoholic = five foot bean plant / Cory = bean sprout . I need to stop drinking alone. I don't get totally smashed or anything...just a little tipsy. And then I wander around and stumbling/striding through the kitchen with a very...dignified posture...trying and probably not succeeding to look like I'm totally sober. Anyway...social drinking only, from now on, because I keep wanting to do it every night out of sheer boredom, and that's not the right reason to get drunk (and yet, what is?)
Adios!