daily crap (otro vez)
oh god i dont even know why i am still writing in this damn journal. everything is different from the time in which i created this. once again summer is upon us, fucking us over in every way possible. The sweat drips down your back and gives you little shirt puddles. It makes you smell, and will make your eyes sting like a banshee (if it drips into them). at least there is no classroom i must be seated in trying to work despite the mad sweating oh the sweaty sweat.
i want someone. but i dont want some random person to have sex with i want to meet someone and like them and not know what is ahead in that future. have it be a surprise. after the whole mike ordeal i think i have grown a lot as a person and i think i also know how to handle a relationship better. i need to find someone who likes me, and is attractive and nice. if only it were easy to find a date. like i could just take a little stroll down to the five and dime and pick one up off the shelf. "this one looks good. no cuts or bruises. i'll take 'em!" well maybe in the olden days. like the 1950's. "escorts" they called them. Now we know them as gigolos and the ever popular man-whore. i wonder, was there ever a time when the escorts did not in fact have sexual relations with the customer, but indeed simply "escorted" them to their destination? i think not. no i was just kidding about that olden days escorts thing. its fun to let your brain wander.
well anyway. my life is pretty damn gay. and i mean that in the derogatory way not like my life is happy or some bullshit like that. although, money can buy a little bit of happiness, and sometimes my pocket contains a little bit of money.
i want someone. but i dont want some random person to have sex with i want to meet someone and like them and not know what is ahead in that future. have it be a surprise. after the whole mike ordeal i think i have grown a lot as a person and i think i also know how to handle a relationship better. i need to find someone who likes me, and is attractive and nice. if only it were easy to find a date. like i could just take a little stroll down to the five and dime and pick one up off the shelf. "this one looks good. no cuts or bruises. i'll take 'em!" well maybe in the olden days. like the 1950's. "escorts" they called them. Now we know them as gigolos and the ever popular man-whore. i wonder, was there ever a time when the escorts did not in fact have sexual relations with the customer, but indeed simply "escorted" them to their destination? i think not. no i was just kidding about that olden days escorts thing. its fun to let your brain wander.
well anyway. my life is pretty damn gay. and i mean that in the derogatory way not like my life is happy or some bullshit like that. although, money can buy a little bit of happiness, and sometimes my pocket contains a little bit of money.