LoVe
is it so awful that i just spent about ten hours watching half a season of veronica mars? i think not. there's nothing wrong with living vicariously through veronica or buffy, right? nothing wrong with pretending to be not just a blonde but a skinny blonde, and one that is quirky but nonetheless has constant admirers. nothing wrong pretending, you know, thats it me kissing logan or spike or whoever, all those tv bad boys. i guess if i'm looking for a bad boy swarthmore was a poor choice; that's more likely to produce creepy computer supergeniuses or embezzlers than sexy back-alley petty theft people. yep, at swat there's nary a tattoo in sight. well, also no vampires or private detectives. whatever, it puts a smile on my face til my romance comes. ignore me, i haven't slept yet.
so, new york - for you queer people, you'll probably recognize the name john cameron mitchell, creater of hedwig and shortbus? mai and i went to a midnight showing where he appeared to give some q & a, describe eating pussy for the first time to the crowd ("people always refer to seafoods, but i thought it was more of a delicate pork" and hand out a free shortbus soundtrack (which mai and i received, and which i am now listening to). new york is so much better than maine. unquestionably. why do i live here, again? anyway, new york involved lots of hot apple cider and walking and pizza and thrift shopping and an absolute failure to go clubbing (first club: closing when we got there; second club: 21+ despite ads stating otherwise; third club: goth and industrial music) and a complete overreliance on men for entertainment, since it was nick in the band and the two norwegians who largely foiled our latin dancing dreams. oh well. seeing shortbus again of course made me want to go participate in wild random sex. however, that hasn't worked out so well in the past.
so, i've been sticking with the celibacy plan. not even a kiss - excepting a puny 12 o clock peck on new years eve - since i got home. if i wait, good things HAVE to happen.
so, new york - for you queer people, you'll probably recognize the name john cameron mitchell, creater of hedwig and shortbus? mai and i went to a midnight showing where he appeared to give some q & a, describe eating pussy for the first time to the crowd ("people always refer to seafoods, but i thought it was more of a delicate pork" and hand out a free shortbus soundtrack (which mai and i received, and which i am now listening to). new york is so much better than maine. unquestionably. why do i live here, again? anyway, new york involved lots of hot apple cider and walking and pizza and thrift shopping and an absolute failure to go clubbing (first club: closing when we got there; second club: 21+ despite ads stating otherwise; third club: goth and industrial music) and a complete overreliance on men for entertainment, since it was nick in the band and the two norwegians who largely foiled our latin dancing dreams. oh well. seeing shortbus again of course made me want to go participate in wild random sex. however, that hasn't worked out so well in the past.
so, i've been sticking with the celibacy plan. not even a kiss - excepting a puny 12 o clock peck on new years eve - since i got home. if i wait, good things HAVE to happen.