lo bob
i am posting purely for the hell of it. I'm feeling kinda mangled right now. Like a dog whimpering in the corner, stuck in a long rut of shyness from being shown who's boss by a rolled up newspaper. A strange and unfortunate incident happened this afternoon. I might talk about it, i might not. But right now i'm off to a birthday party out in the suburban desert of richmond hill.... yeah, waaay down yonder. My friend's ex threw him a "surprise" birthday party... he had prior knowledge. But i do spose we'll all get rather trashed. Which is fun and all, but you wouldnt believe how much i just want to go to sleep right now. I'd rather lose this nagging feeling through slumber as opposed to alkie-hawl. That friend i always trust ater-the-fact, you know, my friend "intuition" tells me that the chemicals in my brain wont take too well to that sort of thing at this particular moment. Which is not to say that drinking when I feel shitty is somethiing I dont feel I should ever do, it just has to be in the right company. Birthday boy is a truly great friend, but he's heads above his social group(and the groups that extend from that group) maturity and intelligence-wise. It makes me sad to say it, but there are a lot of really sexist, homophobic, media-illiterate, chauvinistic hypocrite wankers in the scene in question. And i'm not looking forward to a party full of them.
but for the birthday boy, i'll abide.
laters.
but for the birthday boy, i'll abide.
laters.