little bit drunk now, so probably the best time to make an entry. just ate my weight in cheese and chips (and onions) so i'm pretty happy. completely ignoring the fact i need to work on a creative writing portfolio, read jane eyre by tomorrow, work on a 19th century essay and research for my presentation. oh well. only live once and all that. don't know how i'm feeling about me and matt. good & bad. mostly good but maybe i need to bite the bullet and just do it. i finally finally finally got a job. at a gay club that i used to go to quite often. actually really enjoy it; fuck all the people that are looking down on me for it. wish the people i don't like + matt's ex didn't' show up there all the time. awkward and annoying. whatever. decided i don't give a shit of what people think and need to do stuff to further myself rather than what i think people want me to do. if i was a woman i'd go on about girl power but, eh, as a man, what do we have that's ~enabling~ of our innate fierceness?
fuck it. GO ME.