Sorting through your existence can be tiring work...
I guess I've just been going through it lately. Pretty much questioning everything about myself; job, man, line of work, friends... everything. I can't help but think that this sudden urgency to set everything in order has something to do with my birthday coming up, but it's just another fucking day, like any other. I think in my mind though, this birthday has some signifigant psychological meaning to me, but I haven't fully figured it out yet.
I decorated my music room the other day, put my pimp hats up on the wall, along with my own personal tribute to Elvis (fat, older, tacky, drugged out, constipated Elvis, lets just get that straight)and my Wonder Woman platform boots (I never wore them outside of the bedroom anyways, and they never stayed on long), it looks fabulous.
I love to dress up, it makes it so much funner in the bedroom. I have so many cute costumes, and yeah, I love to wear them out too. People look at me funny sometimes, but fuck em.. it's fun! Spice things up a bit I always say, it does make a difference.
I decorated my music room the other day, put my pimp hats up on the wall, along with my own personal tribute to Elvis (fat, older, tacky, drugged out, constipated Elvis, lets just get that straight)and my Wonder Woman platform boots (I never wore them outside of the bedroom anyways, and they never stayed on long), it looks fabulous.
I love to dress up, it makes it so much funner in the bedroom. I have so many cute costumes, and yeah, I love to wear them out too. People look at me funny sometimes, but fuck em.. it's fun! Spice things up a bit I always say, it does make a difference.