Yeah yeah
Well, hey! I guess he's right! Why not?
Then again, what kind of fag are they talking about? Considering the pixelation of this ad, it could be either way. Really.
Yes.
Well.
Anyway.
I've been home now for a good month and I'm feeling the call of the wild(college). I love it here, I really do, but I miss my friends and school more than I ever thought I would. I've been having extreme mood swings ever since being home and the only thing keeping from throwing myself out a window/down a flight of stairs/into a vat of oil has been hanging out with friends who are still here. I've gone out for sushi twice, seen three movies, been to four intense parties and five small ones, slept over at three peoples houses, and gone out for coffee I don't even know how many times. Not to mention we've hit up Sparky's in the Castro over six times already.
The money is flying.
In any case, once these friends have left, it's going to be a fast downward spiral I can tell you that. That is, until I am back on campus and snuggling in my bed with my two amazing room mates. Ack.
Plus I am missing someone a lot in a way I didn't think I would. At least not his badly. But I am.
God it hurts.
40 days.
In the mean time I am working for a photographer in his studio. At least work keeps me busy.
Out of here.