Shut up and Smile
I keep on coming back to a theory of mine that some people aren’t comfortable bringing topics up with me or having any kind of real conversation. K and I never really talked about us and finally this morning I got an IM that stated we were just too different according to her analysis of this blog. Originally I didn’t think that she ever read it, because if she had I would have thought she would have been kind enough to tell me what if anything was going on. Apparently I am not that easy to talk with or bring up difficult topics with. Not that I have snapped at anyone in over three years.
Today I went over to my boss’ house to walk his dog. He was supposed to be out of town (specifically Clearwater) and asked me to come over and take care of his pets. I got there and there was both his and his girlfriend’s car in the driveway. After circling the block for a bit I decided I needed to know what the hell. Went in and G-man and his finance were sleeping and G-man woke up. I asked when they were leaving and if he wanted me to walk the dog. I took an extended period of time walking the dog half to sort out in my mind things that were going on in my life and half because I wasn’t sure if I had gotten the arrangement wrong or something. After the walk, I was sitting on the porch petting the dog when g-man came out and sat down. He explained himself through talking to the dog. This is the same method my grandma passive-aggressively complains about my parents going out. He was planning on staying over the other place and forgot I was coming in the morning to walk the dog. The main point is that he used the dog to tell something to me.
I am worried about the next step in my life. I have gotten so comfortable living with Rob and Eric and I don’t know if I would want to live alone. The Raymond James connection seems to be the best bet and if that happens I will probably rent something in St. Pete. A tear occurs in that I desperately do not want to live at home, but I don’t want to live alone. Probably will get a dog or something like that. My roommates know, or at least I think they know at this point that nothing said really rattles me too much and that they can speak freely without filters. I am really going to miss that.
Rob’s X got really pissy over him cropping her out of a photo for his facebook. It is completely retarded she is pissed over that. Facebook pictures are typically a single photo and they aren’t going out anymore so cutting her out of the photo is appropriate for an avatar photo. It isn’t as if he blacked out her face or drew a big red X over her face. Ooh.. I now have a nice photoshop project. The original is unaltered in one of his photo albums to boot.
Last Sunday Mike M came over to Orlando to go to Sea World and then see Craig Ferguson. Ferguson cancelled and the venue didn’t do their due part to making it obvious there was not going to be a show (like having signs around the front door) The marquee even still had the announcement of the show. So, Mike and I sat in front for a while until finally asking someone about the show. After that, Mike just wanted to go home so we parted. That night I went to P-house. One of the piano players was there so I said hi and told him he should listen to Panic at the Disco. “What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore.” At the end of the night while we were waiting on someone, Eric was conversing with one of the Drag Queens. She was evaluating the people standing around her and eventually was taken with me. Two things threw her for a loop, one that I am strait and that I am also a virgin. She then had me feel her breast. I could feel the implant’s edge. So, now I have felt up a large black drag queen. There is something awfully wrong with the world when this is the most action I have gotten in a couple weeks. Natural breasts are always the best way to go; they should not feel like rocks. During all this Mike M was in an accident and flown to Orlando Regional Medical Center. I got a call the next morning from his uncle to tell me. It was 10 am and I had been up until 5am the night before. It was actually good, because it moved me back to a manageable schedule. I visited him on Tuesday after work to see how he was doing. He is fine and is now back home and recovering.
Steve gave me a giftcard to best buy so I got Requiem for a Dream and Pi. With the rest of it I got a laptop cooler. I was considering who I was going to give it to. K needs something to keep her laptop cool, but I didn’t know where that situation was at until this morning, and my dad could use one for his and when I went home I could use it for when I have the laptop in the living room and not burn my lap. Now I know, and I am giving it to my Dad and returning the bottle of mango rum I bought a while back and the card might get re-used, because I never wrote a name on it J.
So, K and I are over (if there really was anything to be over). I really enjoyed a couple of the times we went out. Nothing really interesting is in the near future and the far future is very uncertain. I am going back over to the west end of things to walk the dog again at some point today and until then I am going to agonize about what I said in the blog to turn K off and probably play some f.e.a.r. and watch Requiem for a Dream.
Today I went over to my boss’ house to walk his dog. He was supposed to be out of town (specifically Clearwater) and asked me to come over and take care of his pets. I got there and there was both his and his girlfriend’s car in the driveway. After circling the block for a bit I decided I needed to know what the hell. Went in and G-man and his finance were sleeping and G-man woke up. I asked when they were leaving and if he wanted me to walk the dog. I took an extended period of time walking the dog half to sort out in my mind things that were going on in my life and half because I wasn’t sure if I had gotten the arrangement wrong or something. After the walk, I was sitting on the porch petting the dog when g-man came out and sat down. He explained himself through talking to the dog. This is the same method my grandma passive-aggressively complains about my parents going out. He was planning on staying over the other place and forgot I was coming in the morning to walk the dog. The main point is that he used the dog to tell something to me.
I am worried about the next step in my life. I have gotten so comfortable living with Rob and Eric and I don’t know if I would want to live alone. The Raymond James connection seems to be the best bet and if that happens I will probably rent something in St. Pete. A tear occurs in that I desperately do not want to live at home, but I don’t want to live alone. Probably will get a dog or something like that. My roommates know, or at least I think they know at this point that nothing said really rattles me too much and that they can speak freely without filters. I am really going to miss that.
Rob’s X got really pissy over him cropping her out of a photo for his facebook. It is completely retarded she is pissed over that. Facebook pictures are typically a single photo and they aren’t going out anymore so cutting her out of the photo is appropriate for an avatar photo. It isn’t as if he blacked out her face or drew a big red X over her face. Ooh.. I now have a nice photoshop project. The original is unaltered in one of his photo albums to boot.
Last Sunday Mike M came over to Orlando to go to Sea World and then see Craig Ferguson. Ferguson cancelled and the venue didn’t do their due part to making it obvious there was not going to be a show (like having signs around the front door) The marquee even still had the announcement of the show. So, Mike and I sat in front for a while until finally asking someone about the show. After that, Mike just wanted to go home so we parted. That night I went to P-house. One of the piano players was there so I said hi and told him he should listen to Panic at the Disco. “What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore.” At the end of the night while we were waiting on someone, Eric was conversing with one of the Drag Queens. She was evaluating the people standing around her and eventually was taken with me. Two things threw her for a loop, one that I am strait and that I am also a virgin. She then had me feel her breast. I could feel the implant’s edge. So, now I have felt up a large black drag queen. There is something awfully wrong with the world when this is the most action I have gotten in a couple weeks. Natural breasts are always the best way to go; they should not feel like rocks. During all this Mike M was in an accident and flown to Orlando Regional Medical Center. I got a call the next morning from his uncle to tell me. It was 10 am and I had been up until 5am the night before. It was actually good, because it moved me back to a manageable schedule. I visited him on Tuesday after work to see how he was doing. He is fine and is now back home and recovering.
Steve gave me a giftcard to best buy so I got Requiem for a Dream and Pi. With the rest of it I got a laptop cooler. I was considering who I was going to give it to. K needs something to keep her laptop cool, but I didn’t know where that situation was at until this morning, and my dad could use one for his and when I went home I could use it for when I have the laptop in the living room and not burn my lap. Now I know, and I am giving it to my Dad and returning the bottle of mango rum I bought a while back and the card might get re-used, because I never wrote a name on it J.
So, K and I are over (if there really was anything to be over). I really enjoyed a couple of the times we went out. Nothing really interesting is in the near future and the far future is very uncertain. I am going back over to the west end of things to walk the dog again at some point today and until then I am going to agonize about what I said in the blog to turn K off and probably play some f.e.a.r. and watch Requiem for a Dream.