introducing C.Bosch
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there's nothing to say that hasn't already been said. i don't like to capitalize words that need to be capitalized and hate it when my word processor does it for me. i'm half tempted to go back and uncapitalize them all just for the hell of it, but never do because when i write i usually write something long and drawn out and it would take forever to find all those big letters. i'm currently reading the irreversible decline of eddie socket by john weir and i find this type of book irresistable. it's right up there with hairstyles of the damned by joe meno, but not quite because eddie socket is gay fiction and hairstyles is hetero.
i have a lot of queer fiction, which i adore, but they are scattered and hidden in strategic locations throughout my room because i live with room mates and they wouldn't like it if their little ray of sunshine were reading about two boys shagging.
i've never had an orgasm that i haven't built up myself. i've had sex with guys and girls but never came, though i'm pretty good at faking it now. i have tennis shoes that are black and purple. a little queer, but they fit my personality, a little queer. i'm listening to blink 182 but i'm not punk. or prep or goth or any other label. i'm just lazy. i could spend all of my money (of which there is little) trying to be someone but instead i spend it on my secret pleasures and enjoy it much, much more.
my room is a mess of things that don't quite go together, but they fit. it looks like my laundry basket has exploded and i'm too lazy to do laundry so i wear clothes that smell like cigarette smoke and haven't been washed in a month. my favorite band right now is fall out boy because i read somewhere that the guy who writes the songs describes himself as homoerotic. my alltime favorite band is vast (visual audio sensory theater) but i don't expect anyone to know who he is. jon crosby...i could scream if i met him in person.
i recently poured my heart out to an ex-girlfriend of mine and we talked as if there would be an "us" again, but it turns out she's dating some guy named ray. oh well. i like to think of my life as tragically funny, anyway.
i go to college during the week and take classes for a major i'm probably going to not like in the long run, but it's a job that will please the public enough to keep them off my back so i can do what i want in my own spare time...which is read about guys shagging.
i've often thought about buying a one-way train ticket to minnesota simply because no one knows me there and i like being alone. i've never actually done it, though. it's such a pretty thought. but pretty thoughts rarely become pretty actions because somewhere between thought and action the plan gets messed up and things twist horribly.
so that is me. the next entry will be more random stuff, but maybe it will actually have a theme? that is the plan, anyway.
