i think my boyfriend is gay and kinding wishing he is
If i could sum up my life at this moment into a few words they would be
isolated
depressing
minoritized (sure its not a word)
overacting bladder
the one being the worst of the four i guess cuz i have to pee RIGHT NOW. because i have my laptop out and there are so many black people around me which is statement to the third word. i dont have many friends so that is the first one and i find myself becoming more and more of a drunk lately. drinking almost every saturday to a bligerant mess and yelling and screaming at Tradd to not touch me. (or so he says.)
My new Boyfriend is Tradd Barton Hess, not Max, (which i desperetly wish he was) He is so nice we had kissed once but i am utimately convinced our relationship would be better if he was gay. So i skipped making gay jokes, introing him to my gay friends and asking him wierd gay questions and took him to my bar of choice, Independent Place, a gay club that is off the hooking, last week i got to see The new Miss Gay of Southeast Missouri being crowned and this week and Miss Gay Missouri how awesome. He didnt call me yesterday which he said he would. that was a snapping point so i yelled at him over a glass of wine saying dont say your going to do something when you intend on not doing it. He said he was sorry and had slept late and i responded with an ever so snappy wish we could be that lucky. Told he goodnight he said Goodnight Doll and i hung up. Called Daniel and Cried. he said he missed the way i kissed him i said i missed that too. told him my boyfriend might be gay and he said probably if he hasnt tried to score with you yet.
im hopeless i know this i just want to be alone life is so much better when im just by myself
isolated
depressing
minoritized (sure its not a word)
overacting bladder
the one being the worst of the four i guess cuz i have to pee RIGHT NOW. because i have my laptop out and there are so many black people around me which is statement to the third word. i dont have many friends so that is the first one and i find myself becoming more and more of a drunk lately. drinking almost every saturday to a bligerant mess and yelling and screaming at Tradd to not touch me. (or so he says.)
My new Boyfriend is Tradd Barton Hess, not Max, (which i desperetly wish he was) He is so nice we had kissed once but i am utimately convinced our relationship would be better if he was gay. So i skipped making gay jokes, introing him to my gay friends and asking him wierd gay questions and took him to my bar of choice, Independent Place, a gay club that is off the hooking, last week i got to see The new Miss Gay of Southeast Missouri being crowned and this week and Miss Gay Missouri how awesome. He didnt call me yesterday which he said he would. that was a snapping point so i yelled at him over a glass of wine saying dont say your going to do something when you intend on not doing it. He said he was sorry and had slept late and i responded with an ever so snappy wish we could be that lucky. Told he goodnight he said Goodnight Doll and i hung up. Called Daniel and Cried. he said he missed the way i kissed him i said i missed that too. told him my boyfriend might be gay and he said probably if he hasnt tried to score with you yet.
im hopeless i know this i just want to be alone life is so much better when im just by myself