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welcome me back. not to internet land, because that's still a touch-and-go-and-steal when i can kind of thing. i mean, welcome me back to the world. things still suck in a major way on a lot of fronts, but damn, i'm feeling good right now. in about an hour, phillip's coming over and him and his boyfriend are taking me to a party downtown. new people! they're the only ones i know at this party. i'm so excited. i can't wait to get out there again and start mingling. i get to meet new people! *does an excited puppy impersonation* this self-imposed isolation is getting menotonous. plus! another chance to get prettified. i just got the most perfect pair of jeans known to GOD.
work is going well, actually. at times, i hate it, at times i love it. but mostly, it's just work, which is really cool. i can go in, do my stuff, and leave. it doesn't follow me outside those doors. no one knows me there, and it kind of feels like i'm starting over. me and the other resident gay, Gabreal (i have know idea how to spell that), crack each other up.
me and sam are officially dating. but we're open dating, so we can see other people. it sounds stupid, but it works. that way, neither one of us feel pressured or tied down and we can both do what we want, but still know that the other one is there for us. and no, we still have not had sex (this is a record for me, btw).
i guess poverty is working for me. i've lost a few pounds, and I'm feeling really healthy lately. i'm on day 2 of not smoking, and I have my moments where it's OH MY GOD KILL ME NOW WHY DOES EVERYTHING SUCK!?!?!?!, but for the most part, i think i'm handling it well. i'm starting to feel...clean. it's odd. my acne's clearing up, i've stopped noticing the few grey hairs poking up. today, i hoisted two 50lb bags of concrete mix on my shoulders and carried them from one end of the store to the other without so much as a wheeze. it's a pretty good feeling. and when i feel like i look good, it's like i can fly.
and also, i didn't want to say anything and jinx myself, but i'm working on a new project. i just finished up act I of a new play i'm writing about myself. it's kind of david sedaris meets queer as folk on stage. it's full of vignettes, tiny scenes from my life. i'm really excited about it. i just hope i'm not overexcited about something that sucks. it's been a LONG time since i've written anything original like this. but it's going to be a full-length, two-act play when i finish it. i showed one of the scenes to a friend of mine and he said he'd pass it along to a theatre company he's involved with. how cool would that be? to pull myself up by my bootstraps and throw myself into show business ;)
okay, gotta run. still need to choose accessories and cologne and mani, pluck, mask and scrub. yay!
work is going well, actually. at times, i hate it, at times i love it. but mostly, it's just work, which is really cool. i can go in, do my stuff, and leave. it doesn't follow me outside those doors. no one knows me there, and it kind of feels like i'm starting over. me and the other resident gay, Gabreal (i have know idea how to spell that), crack each other up.
me and sam are officially dating. but we're open dating, so we can see other people. it sounds stupid, but it works. that way, neither one of us feel pressured or tied down and we can both do what we want, but still know that the other one is there for us. and no, we still have not had sex (this is a record for me, btw).
i guess poverty is working for me. i've lost a few pounds, and I'm feeling really healthy lately. i'm on day 2 of not smoking, and I have my moments where it's OH MY GOD KILL ME NOW WHY DOES EVERYTHING SUCK!?!?!?!, but for the most part, i think i'm handling it well. i'm starting to feel...clean. it's odd. my acne's clearing up, i've stopped noticing the few grey hairs poking up. today, i hoisted two 50lb bags of concrete mix on my shoulders and carried them from one end of the store to the other without so much as a wheeze. it's a pretty good feeling. and when i feel like i look good, it's like i can fly.
and also, i didn't want to say anything and jinx myself, but i'm working on a new project. i just finished up act I of a new play i'm writing about myself. it's kind of david sedaris meets queer as folk on stage. it's full of vignettes, tiny scenes from my life. i'm really excited about it. i just hope i'm not overexcited about something that sucks. it's been a LONG time since i've written anything original like this. but it's going to be a full-length, two-act play when i finish it. i showed one of the scenes to a friend of mine and he said he'd pass it along to a theatre company he's involved with. how cool would that be? to pull myself up by my bootstraps and throw myself into show business ;)
okay, gotta run. still need to choose accessories and cologne and mani, pluck, mask and scrub. yay!
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Yayayayayaya. coldcoldcoldcold. *whee*
Yep, it's Gabriel.
Thanks. luv! *smoochies*