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"I'm all up in your middle. Oooh it taste like skittles!"
R. Kelly, why are you so eloquent?
No really. Why?
So I just made a Facebook account. Cthulhu on a cracker that junk is boring! Seriously, am I missing something? What's the allure, kids? I can't even make it all tacktastic and retina scarring...where's the fun in that?!
Feel free to add me or whatever though, I like having friends. Makes me feel like a person and junk. A real, live person!
Whatever.
Anyways...so whats new with me? I'm still working the temp thing. It's soul-destroying on a number of levels and will likely drive me into the sweet embrace of alcoholism (which oddly enough did not happen when I worked at the liquor store) but it's keepin' my bills paid. Barely.
I did test for another library job. So we'll see. We'll see.
I went off my meds for a week or two (Do it Randy, sing the song!) It was fun at first and then not at all so I'm back on them and adjusting.
Aldo and I are still two-steppin' the Love/Hate Tango...hands up if you're surprised!
Anyone? Anyone?
I thought not.
I'm still quite stupid-eyed over the tall, dark-haired boy. He makes me watch cartoons and takes me to dive bars and he has such beautiful hands...
The way it usually works (and many of you may find this uncomfortably familiar so nod your heads) is that I meet someone, think that they are rad beyond measure and then shower them with attention and affection and adoration. If I don't really wanna like touch their butt or anything I tell them I love them right away, if I do then I try really hard not to tell them I love them right away but end up blurting it out at odd and inappropriate times.
The truth of the matter is I really do love people. Especially new ones and seeing the world through their eyes, listening to their stories and dipping my toes into their own special swamplands (that's actually not a euphemism for sex...but perhaps it oughta be) is the most amazing thing ever!
Then one day I wake up and they just aren't new anymore. Instead of being OH MY GOD THE GREATEST THING EVER!!! they become just another person. It's not that I hate them or anything, it's just that I'm fickle and have the attention span of a goldfish and I'm ready for the next adventure.
The crazy thing here is that I've hit that point with the boy. He's real now, not some insanely perfect imaginary construct made out of pixie sticks and my TV fueled optimism...and yet I still think he's amazing, still wanna be around him, am still utterly fascinated with everything he does...
If you hurry up and go to my facebook right this very second you will see that I have two friends. He is one. The other is Dan Luby, another tall, dark-haired boy and the first great love of my life from over a decade ago. This amuses me in ways I can't even begin to be articulate about...just saying.
In other news, Aldo and I went to the Medieval Fair last weekend. I shot a woman in the face with a rubber-tipped arrow on my first shot. Really, that's all I wanted.
Really that's all I ever want.
Can you blame me?
R. Kelly, why are you so eloquent?
No really. Why?
So I just made a Facebook account. Cthulhu on a cracker that junk is boring! Seriously, am I missing something? What's the allure, kids? I can't even make it all tacktastic and retina scarring...where's the fun in that?!
Feel free to add me or whatever though, I like having friends. Makes me feel like a person and junk. A real, live person!
Whatever.
Anyways...so whats new with me? I'm still working the temp thing. It's soul-destroying on a number of levels and will likely drive me into the sweet embrace of alcoholism (which oddly enough did not happen when I worked at the liquor store) but it's keepin' my bills paid. Barely.
I did test for another library job. So we'll see. We'll see.
I went off my meds for a week or two (Do it Randy, sing the song!) It was fun at first and then not at all so I'm back on them and adjusting.
Aldo and I are still two-steppin' the Love/Hate Tango...hands up if you're surprised!
Anyone? Anyone?
I thought not.
I'm still quite stupid-eyed over the tall, dark-haired boy. He makes me watch cartoons and takes me to dive bars and he has such beautiful hands...
The way it usually works (and many of you may find this uncomfortably familiar so nod your heads) is that I meet someone, think that they are rad beyond measure and then shower them with attention and affection and adoration. If I don't really wanna like touch their butt or anything I tell them I love them right away, if I do then I try really hard not to tell them I love them right away but end up blurting it out at odd and inappropriate times.
The truth of the matter is I really do love people. Especially new ones and seeing the world through their eyes, listening to their stories and dipping my toes into their own special swamplands (that's actually not a euphemism for sex...but perhaps it oughta be) is the most amazing thing ever!
Then one day I wake up and they just aren't new anymore. Instead of being OH MY GOD THE GREATEST THING EVER!!! they become just another person. It's not that I hate them or anything, it's just that I'm fickle and have the attention span of a goldfish and I'm ready for the next adventure.
The crazy thing here is that I've hit that point with the boy. He's real now, not some insanely perfect imaginary construct made out of pixie sticks and my TV fueled optimism...and yet I still think he's amazing, still wanna be around him, am still utterly fascinated with everything he does...
If you hurry up and go to my facebook right this very second you will see that I have two friends. He is one. The other is Dan Luby, another tall, dark-haired boy and the first great love of my life from over a decade ago. This amuses me in ways I can't even begin to be articulate about...just saying.
In other news, Aldo and I went to the Medieval Fair last weekend. I shot a woman in the face with a rubber-tipped arrow on my first shot. Really, that's all I wanted.
Really that's all I ever want.
Can you blame me?