Tuesday Night Shenanigans
It’s 7:30AM and I still haven’t taken my ass to bed. BUT at least I didn’t stay up all night laying around netflixing into oblivion. I got a text from Dan, Daniel, whatever. He goes by Dan, introduces himself as Dan but Daniel is cuter and so that’s what I call him and he hasn’t corrected me. So Daniel it is. He text me around 1 o’clock which was actually the second thing that woke me up, the first thing that actually got me out of bed. Geoffrey, this production manager at a local TV station that I met on the subway called to see what I was up to and if I wanted to hang. He has text me twice called me twice and I guess I am kind of being a shit because he is not aesthetically pleasing enough for me to give him time. Yeah that’s totally shitty and I will redeem myself, in my own little head by texting him today and apologizing for being busy. Daniel’s text, the more important one was inquiring as to my current location and my plan for the evening. Home in BK and nothing. He was like let’s hang, meet me at Astor Place at 7:30. JOY! That’s usually a sentiment I save for sarcasm but I was so ecstatic to think I may have a plan outside of the apartment.
It took me 4 fucking hours to drag out of bed and get cleaned up, made up , dressed up, all that jazz. Then I talked to my dad on the phone for almost an hour about absolutely nothing important, well except that my grandmother is quickly deteriorating but other than that it was just shooting shit in the breeze. Hahaha, how do you like that expression? Apparently Florida is rainy and windy as fuck, feels like the start of a hurricane. It’s a little chilly in NYC but thankfully I consider it to be better than Florida’s current state. It’s nice weather here, the sun shined, today, err… well, yesterday, looks like it will again today. Would be a nice day to lure Zac out into the park but I need to get some other shit done.
So I met Daniel at Astor Place and we went to this performance theatre thing. He is cute, cute cute. Like indie rocker, hipster, artist boy cute. He had on green denim and a leather jacket. He has that whole Bowie deal going. It’s cute. He’s like 6 feet tall, dark hair, dark eyes, pretty skin, a little on the scrawny side and he’s a singer in a band, that just got it’s first radio play… yay for him? I am over the hype of being with musicians, I know this is purely conceited and asshole-ish of me to say but I pretty much already know I can have my pick of the litter when it comes to them. Damn, haha, I bet karma wants to bend me over and spank my ass but needs just a little more ground, yikes! I better chill. We hung out on the Lower East Side, in alphabet city, where I just may be living by June 1st. Still not sure. I just want to keep my lovely current roomie. She’s the shit. Anyway, ADD, we went to this place called the Living Theatre and watched a “performance artist presentation. How about a bunch of fucking freaks. Daniel’s dick head friend Adam suggested we go because it would be “such fun”. He’s a pompous ass. He spit a piece of nasty fucking candy in my hand during the show and that was just grounds for an ass beating lucky for him some other stranger more mortifying shit was going down in front of me so I couldn’t stand up to whip his 80’s pleated dress pant wearing, cloak wearing, soap candy eating, curly mop headed ass. Shit hole. These performers were mostly nude. And they weren’t pleasant looking. It was down right freaky shit! The sleep just slapped in the face. I‘ll have to further elaborate later. We split off from the creeps and jerk ass Adam and went to the Arrow Bar and sang Morrissey together, haha. He didn’t drink, it was way cool. We just chilled as our perfectly normal selves and then we went back to his loft in Williamsburg and watched 2 ridiculous movies. Near the end of the second one we started that shitty snuggling BS and the next thing you know we were making out. He would be such an incredible kisser if he didn’t smoke. Ick, he smokes fucking filterless Lucky Strikes, hardcore yo! Eww though, luckily I had a newer piece of gum to kill it. Making out made its way to other things, god save my soul, haha, I’m just not virtuous enough to wait for the sake of waiting. His grandmother died today so… whatever it was an expression of my sympathy. Earlier in the night I gave him an ear full about my take on relationships and sex and all that glory and while he couldn’t fully agree, he acknowledge and respected my opinion. Good boy. So he wanted me to stay and sleep with him on the couch, all stuffed up each other’s asses but I passed and hit the subway at sunrise to go back to my cozy room in someone else’s house. He is such a doll of a boy though, he has these beautiful eye lashes. I think he’s said he’s part Polish. Cute.
When I got home I had to spend about 35 minutes relocating my car and found a bomb ass space on a Monday street so I don’t have to mess with it again until then. Cool. When I came into my room I had been logged into AIM all night and Ben sent me a “Hi!”. Aww, I was just thinking I had been a little harsh on him. Now I want some Benjamin. I want to play in his long unruly hair and watch him bite his lower lip. He’s sexy, yeah, I always let him get away murder because of it, I just need to be more careful about letting him know that.
Sleep, I must go, with the sandman…
It took me 4 fucking hours to drag out of bed and get cleaned up, made up , dressed up, all that jazz. Then I talked to my dad on the phone for almost an hour about absolutely nothing important, well except that my grandmother is quickly deteriorating but other than that it was just shooting shit in the breeze. Hahaha, how do you like that expression? Apparently Florida is rainy and windy as fuck, feels like the start of a hurricane. It’s a little chilly in NYC but thankfully I consider it to be better than Florida’s current state. It’s nice weather here, the sun shined, today, err… well, yesterday, looks like it will again today. Would be a nice day to lure Zac out into the park but I need to get some other shit done.
So I met Daniel at Astor Place and we went to this performance theatre thing. He is cute, cute cute. Like indie rocker, hipster, artist boy cute. He had on green denim and a leather jacket. He has that whole Bowie deal going. It’s cute. He’s like 6 feet tall, dark hair, dark eyes, pretty skin, a little on the scrawny side and he’s a singer in a band, that just got it’s first radio play… yay for him? I am over the hype of being with musicians, I know this is purely conceited and asshole-ish of me to say but I pretty much already know I can have my pick of the litter when it comes to them. Damn, haha, I bet karma wants to bend me over and spank my ass but needs just a little more ground, yikes! I better chill. We hung out on the Lower East Side, in alphabet city, where I just may be living by June 1st. Still not sure. I just want to keep my lovely current roomie. She’s the shit. Anyway, ADD, we went to this place called the Living Theatre and watched a “performance artist presentation. How about a bunch of fucking freaks. Daniel’s dick head friend Adam suggested we go because it would be “such fun”. He’s a pompous ass. He spit a piece of nasty fucking candy in my hand during the show and that was just grounds for an ass beating lucky for him some other stranger more mortifying shit was going down in front of me so I couldn’t stand up to whip his 80’s pleated dress pant wearing, cloak wearing, soap candy eating, curly mop headed ass. Shit hole. These performers were mostly nude. And they weren’t pleasant looking. It was down right freaky shit! The sleep just slapped in the face. I‘ll have to further elaborate later. We split off from the creeps and jerk ass Adam and went to the Arrow Bar and sang Morrissey together, haha. He didn’t drink, it was way cool. We just chilled as our perfectly normal selves and then we went back to his loft in Williamsburg and watched 2 ridiculous movies. Near the end of the second one we started that shitty snuggling BS and the next thing you know we were making out. He would be such an incredible kisser if he didn’t smoke. Ick, he smokes fucking filterless Lucky Strikes, hardcore yo! Eww though, luckily I had a newer piece of gum to kill it. Making out made its way to other things, god save my soul, haha, I’m just not virtuous enough to wait for the sake of waiting. His grandmother died today so… whatever it was an expression of my sympathy. Earlier in the night I gave him an ear full about my take on relationships and sex and all that glory and while he couldn’t fully agree, he acknowledge and respected my opinion. Good boy. So he wanted me to stay and sleep with him on the couch, all stuffed up each other’s asses but I passed and hit the subway at sunrise to go back to my cozy room in someone else’s house. He is such a doll of a boy though, he has these beautiful eye lashes. I think he’s said he’s part Polish. Cute.
When I got home I had to spend about 35 minutes relocating my car and found a bomb ass space on a Monday street so I don’t have to mess with it again until then. Cool. When I came into my room I had been logged into AIM all night and Ben sent me a “Hi!”. Aww, I was just thinking I had been a little harsh on him. Now I want some Benjamin. I want to play in his long unruly hair and watch him bite his lower lip. He’s sexy, yeah, I always let him get away murder because of it, I just need to be more careful about letting him know that.
Sleep, I must go, with the sandman…