Dance, Sing, Floss and Travel
Yesterday I squeezed a mix CD out of some ancient CDs that are scratched to the bone, and I want to throw away. Naturally, I haven't yet. They are once again strewn about in my truck, resting on Burger King wrappers and boxerbriefs. But the upheaval of memories, and a 46 minute phone call to an old friend, inspired me to rattle out my woes in journal format. A friend long abandoned, like many others, but a carthartic one who doesn't mind when I whine for a while and then don't call. How can I resist?
Jeffrey and I have just about every facet of a relationship there is. He's a best friend, a mother, a sibling, a child, a pet, a tennant, and a patient, all in one. And I am just about the same for him (only way better at it.) It's been nearly exactly one year since we met, in fact, as we couldn't pinpoint the exact day in September, we picked the eleventh as an anniversary, being as that we can never forget, and of course, a national tragedy.
See, Jeffrey is the only person I've ever been with who has instigated less fighting with me now than in the first 6 months of togetherness. I even put him in jail for eight days (long story.) I think this is because in the beginning I was quite detached; he had come from an LTR gone sour, and had great expectations of housewifedom. Not to mention impending homeless alcoholism and a mouth with no off switch. The fact is, I'm eight years younger than him and want to meet other people, well, at the very least, insert my penis into them. And even though I do sometimes, he really has brought out the needy and clingy in me.
Lately I've been spending a lot time at the local bars, and spending all my money and vital energy on a hedonistic lifestyle. We've also been going to Garth's, an out of towner party animal, and playing Apples To Apples and watching movies like Drugstore Cowboy, perhaps salvaging a few brain cells in the process. But I don't really need a loss of inhibitions, as I'm pretty tactless as it is. In total, the damage has been a few regrettable conversations with sexually ambiguous fiancees, bad jukebox selections, driving home, going ten under, and a few fast food holocausts under my belt, well, quite literally. I do need a change.
But Garth's a great guy, and though Jeffrey is flagrantly suspicious of my affinity for him, like many others. I did spend a few nights with a boy from South Carolina who I could make blush, but he was kind of girl, and when I inevitably called it off, he started showing up at "my" bars and creating flaming ghetto havoc for me. Jeffrey punishes me for it regularly, even going so far as to refer to him as the Southern-style McChicken sandwich. But I don't have time to dwell on it...
When no one's around and it's just me, I tend to take long drives, moistly comtemplating all the ways I want to improve, and all the habits I need to break. I recently bought a "useful" digital camera that I'm especially fond of, considering I went a long time without techno-toys. I change in a new health direction frequently, this week it's protein supplements and tanning, as I've decided to live forever, or at least, through the weekend. Also, I've been trying desperately to uphold a more sexy, mysterious and less dribbling persona. I think ending this entry now would help maintain that, don't you agree?
Jeffrey and I have just about every facet of a relationship there is. He's a best friend, a mother, a sibling, a child, a pet, a tennant, and a patient, all in one. And I am just about the same for him (only way better at it.) It's been nearly exactly one year since we met, in fact, as we couldn't pinpoint the exact day in September, we picked the eleventh as an anniversary, being as that we can never forget, and of course, a national tragedy.
See, Jeffrey is the only person I've ever been with who has instigated less fighting with me now than in the first 6 months of togetherness. I even put him in jail for eight days (long story.) I think this is because in the beginning I was quite detached; he had come from an LTR gone sour, and had great expectations of housewifedom. Not to mention impending homeless alcoholism and a mouth with no off switch. The fact is, I'm eight years younger than him and want to meet other people, well, at the very least, insert my penis into them. And even though I do sometimes, he really has brought out the needy and clingy in me.
Lately I've been spending a lot time at the local bars, and spending all my money and vital energy on a hedonistic lifestyle. We've also been going to Garth's, an out of towner party animal, and playing Apples To Apples and watching movies like Drugstore Cowboy, perhaps salvaging a few brain cells in the process. But I don't really need a loss of inhibitions, as I'm pretty tactless as it is. In total, the damage has been a few regrettable conversations with sexually ambiguous fiancees, bad jukebox selections, driving home, going ten under, and a few fast food holocausts under my belt, well, quite literally. I do need a change.
But Garth's a great guy, and though Jeffrey is flagrantly suspicious of my affinity for him, like many others. I did spend a few nights with a boy from South Carolina who I could make blush, but he was kind of girl, and when I inevitably called it off, he started showing up at "my" bars and creating flaming ghetto havoc for me. Jeffrey punishes me for it regularly, even going so far as to refer to him as the Southern-style McChicken sandwich. But I don't have time to dwell on it...
When no one's around and it's just me, I tend to take long drives, moistly comtemplating all the ways I want to improve, and all the habits I need to break. I recently bought a "useful" digital camera that I'm especially fond of, considering I went a long time without techno-toys. I change in a new health direction frequently, this week it's protein supplements and tanning, as I've decided to live forever, or at least, through the weekend. Also, I've been trying desperately to uphold a more sexy, mysterious and less dribbling persona. I think ending this entry now would help maintain that, don't you agree?