yes, i know im a freak of nature
so tuesday night in class (and god only fucking knows why i was thinking about this or why i just used god and fucking in the same sentence)i had on these underwear that i too-little-too-late realized probably really looked like little girls underwear. and i dont mean like..little girls, but i mean like "hello my names jenny and im 2.5 years old" little. they are guys though, they are boxer briefs and theyre light blue, but they have these pastel beetles all over them and...yah. the whole get up combined is just overwhelmingly five year old girly. these arent things i really think about though when i buy underwear, i just think... hey this has bugs on them and look theyre cheap and they fit, ill take them (and by take yes i sometimes mean steal--but not always). so anywho, in class im leaning over half asleep on my keyboard (because its computer class and if im not sleeping then im not there). and i realize my underwear are probably hugely exposed as my pants are never attached firmly at my hips, and being that ive no ass to hold them up, ive given up on trying and worrying. upon the realization that yes, my underwear were very much exposed, i stood up and did my little jump up and down dancy jiggy thing and sat back down. then realized not only had i just pranced around like a leprechaun in the middle of my class, but had also in the process called much attention to the fact that my underwear were exposed. and yes, they are girly. and yes, im gay. except im not. and this whole prancing/girl underwear fiasco really doesnt help to ascertain my nongay image whatsoever. and i really wish that id think about these things more often, because then maybe if ever there was a chance of meeting a girl, over the age of 15, shed just assume im gay because i prance in class and wear girls underwear (BUT THEYRE NOT) and then my hopes would be shot. lets face it though roman, our hopes are shot anyhow. look at yourself, talking about your underwear online as though anyone actually cares, youre not helping the ol' image at all.
ha, okay. so enough about my underwear. the only thing that bothers me about people assuming im gay, is that it really dampens the whole dating prospect thing. i tried gay, it didnt really work out, so now im trying straight. and because i dont think about what underwear i wear or how i prance around like a fairy at times, i am not helping myself to appear straight, so its not really working out so hot either. thus, ive decided, i am asexual. minus the whole self reproduction part. or perhaps my dog really is my soulmate and i need to just get over that whole "im not sexually attracted to beasts" thing i got going on. gag, okay sorry. im done.
ha, okay. so enough about my underwear. the only thing that bothers me about people assuming im gay, is that it really dampens the whole dating prospect thing. i tried gay, it didnt really work out, so now im trying straight. and because i dont think about what underwear i wear or how i prance around like a fairy at times, i am not helping myself to appear straight, so its not really working out so hot either. thus, ive decided, i am asexual. minus the whole self reproduction part. or perhaps my dog really is my soulmate and i need to just get over that whole "im not sexually attracted to beasts" thing i got going on. gag, okay sorry. im done.