Soo-prise
This seems to be the boy blog. So boys it is.
I met a gay barista one today at West End and he gave me my bagel and cream cheese/large coffee combo for an astounding seventy-five cents, I think because I asked, and was genuinely interested in, why he looked so blue.
"Because I dropped the ball," he snidely replied.
"In what way?" I questioned while warily eying the strawberry cream cheese he talked me into being spread on my bagel (say: bay-gelle) and he said something about a boy and a boyfriend and breaking up, but he said it really quickly in that gay-boy-recounting-a-love-affair speedtalk where you think that all they really want to do is get to the punch line. Such was the case, as he explained that he was the south pole to all other gay boy south poles, never to find a north pole, never to attract. I nodded, regretted the cream cheese coercion and fortified a friendship that I think might get me discount iced coffee for the rest of my days.
This afternoon I hung out with Shima, who is not a boy at all but rather an adorable girl from Dubai living at the Ronald McDonald house who has an awful esophagul problem. Her diminished stomach causes her to lose weight, and her father is trying to make her gain weight, which means I actually get supported in my endeavors to take her out to ice cream on a near obsessive scale. We've started going twice a week, and we have coupons for free blend-ins at Thomas Sweet, so life is pretty awesome.
I know LiveJournal isn't the place to be happy, but I am now and feel okay saying so. I don't have many friends, but I'm busy enough not to notice, and I'm coming to terms with what it means to have your best ones scattered across the continental US (someone move to Hawaii please, and make that adjective irrelevant.) It means plane rides instead of train rides and I think I'm okay with that. I know I am, I just need some dumb job to fund it and give me weeks off so Miami, Seattle, Minneapolis, upstate New York and LA are closer than they appear.
I can't wait to move into my cute room in a small state and have a couch that people can crash on.
I met a gay barista one today at West End and he gave me my bagel and cream cheese/large coffee combo for an astounding seventy-five cents, I think because I asked, and was genuinely interested in, why he looked so blue.
"Because I dropped the ball," he snidely replied.
"In what way?" I questioned while warily eying the strawberry cream cheese he talked me into being spread on my bagel (say: bay-gelle) and he said something about a boy and a boyfriend and breaking up, but he said it really quickly in that gay-boy-recounting-a-love-affair speedtalk where you think that all they really want to do is get to the punch line. Such was the case, as he explained that he was the south pole to all other gay boy south poles, never to find a north pole, never to attract. I nodded, regretted the cream cheese coercion and fortified a friendship that I think might get me discount iced coffee for the rest of my days.
This afternoon I hung out with Shima, who is not a boy at all but rather an adorable girl from Dubai living at the Ronald McDonald house who has an awful esophagul problem. Her diminished stomach causes her to lose weight, and her father is trying to make her gain weight, which means I actually get supported in my endeavors to take her out to ice cream on a near obsessive scale. We've started going twice a week, and we have coupons for free blend-ins at Thomas Sweet, so life is pretty awesome.
I know LiveJournal isn't the place to be happy, but I am now and feel okay saying so. I don't have many friends, but I'm busy enough not to notice, and I'm coming to terms with what it means to have your best ones scattered across the continental US (someone move to Hawaii please, and make that adjective irrelevant.) It means plane rides instead of train rides and I think I'm okay with that. I know I am, I just need some dumb job to fund it and give me weeks off so Miami, Seattle, Minneapolis, upstate New York and LA are closer than they appear.
I can't wait to move into my cute room in a small state and have a couch that people can crash on.