Napping is for wussies
if a boy says he wants to kiss you, why does he sit in the lazyboy instead of on the couch with you? im so confused, joe....help me out here. please?
I'm reeeeally tired today. Dance class was good times. All that stretching and hip flexing and hamstring activation sort of turns me on. Pedro has the most amazing legs I've seen on a boy....their so beautiful. I'm gushing about a gay man. Oi.
I think I might take a trip to Hardings today and return my cans for some mula. I love love love bottle returns :O) I'm going back to the Nasty this weekend for some laundry and hanging out time. What worries me is that I'll want to stay again. I cried on the phone last night with Christine, and it felt amazing. I never thought I'd get choked up about graduating and the future, and its affecting me a lot more than I thought it would. I dont want to end up like all of our parents. Dried up and crusty on the inside. Stale. Dusty. Grimey.
I dont want to talk about tax returns and dry cleaners and yard work and church groups. I don't want to lose the very essence of who I am to the mundane details of everyday life. I want to actually LIVE and not go through the motions. I don't want to fall into repetition! Goddamnit. More tears.
I'm reeeeally tired today. Dance class was good times. All that stretching and hip flexing and hamstring activation sort of turns me on. Pedro has the most amazing legs I've seen on a boy....their so beautiful. I'm gushing about a gay man. Oi.
I think I might take a trip to Hardings today and return my cans for some mula. I love love love bottle returns :O) I'm going back to the Nasty this weekend for some laundry and hanging out time. What worries me is that I'll want to stay again. I cried on the phone last night with Christine, and it felt amazing. I never thought I'd get choked up about graduating and the future, and its affecting me a lot more than I thought it would. I dont want to end up like all of our parents. Dried up and crusty on the inside. Stale. Dusty. Grimey.
I dont want to talk about tax returns and dry cleaners and yard work and church groups. I don't want to lose the very essence of who I am to the mundane details of everyday life. I want to actually LIVE and not go through the motions. I don't want to fall into repetition! Goddamnit. More tears.