My life has become increasingly boyless since I last posted. Citrus Boy is sort of out of my life. The Sex God is just a good friend.
The "love of my life" (fuck that) returned to visit from University on Monday, made me cry, and then left again. I suppose he was aptly named the Obscure Object. He's not just Obscure, he's fucking Opaque.
Pretty much the only guy in my life now is strictly platonic. I think. I hate it when it gets confusing about those sorts of things.
I'm seeing a therapist on Thursday.
I'm very sick, have a nasty cold.
Homecoming sucked, but I told eveyone I had a good time because I didn't want to ruin the mood.
And I hate high school.
Oh, and I'm beginning to think that I'm never going to get into college.
Otherwise, I'm fantastic.
I read a fucking amazing book. It was called "the Line of Beauty," and it's about a gay boy living in the mid 80s conservative upper class England and all its idiosyncracies... Amazing book. Won the Booker Prize.
1 comment:
Sounds like you're in a bit of a frenzy yourself. ;)
And yes, I'm pretty high-energy. Not usually hyper, just always doing something. I write blogs when I'm sitting outside with a cigarette -- my little lung-killing escape. :)
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