Tuesday, September 17, 2002
Hi all!
Sorry to have been gone for so long. This weekend got the best of me and I thought it, um...best, to not go anywhere near the computer. Paul was here and we had a beautiful time. We only hooked up once and it was for like 8 minutes. That kind of sucked, but sometimes there are more important things to do or talk about other than sex. It was a nice change. We had some pretty intense conversations as well. Some of which will find their way to this page, some of which will never come out of my mouth. :-D
Friday night we partied it up in NYC. Saturday, we saw the movie SIGNS. (My second time, his first) GO SEE IT! It's muy brilliante! Sunday, we went to this great, local gay bar and rocked out. We got home and ended up staying up just about all night. We talked and laughed like two girls that haven't seen eachother in years. Yesterday was a bit depressing as we both had the impending doom of him leaving weighing very heavily on our shoulders. He got his stuff together and left at 6am in order to make it to the train station by 7. To be honest, I have had this gaping hole in my heart ever since he took off. I hate it. I hate hate hate it. You would think that after 2 years of doing this, we would have it down to a science. But lo and behold, it hurts more and more with each arrival and departure. I guess that's what true love is.
I SAW THE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE VIDEO THIS MORNING!
And about SHIT myself. DAMNIT! Why is there such beauty in this world, and why don't I have full access to all of it?
Meaning Justin's penis in Joe's mouth.
I know I know. I am a child for loving him the way that I do. But you know what? When I was 12 and gay, I had to pretend to be in love with Deborah Gibson. (Not that I didn't love her for her talent and perfume. I mean Electric Youth y'all.)
Now that I am 25 and gay and out, I feel justified to express my love for my new pop idol.
And by pop idol, I am in NO way referring to Miss Kelly Clarkson. If I hear her overly virbratoed rendition of "A Moment Like This" one more time, I might rip my eyelashes out one by one. GAH!
and also
gah.
Let's see....
No big NIC dream this weekend. Prolly cuz I didn't have the patch on for most of it. Prolly cuz I smoked a couple cigarettes. Prolly cuz I am not quitting anymore.
SIKE!
I am so still quitting. Just kinda had a little falling out.
IT IS SO HARD! Don't let any ass tell you differently.
So Doris...if you read Ari's Journal you know who Doris is, just came up to me and asked me a question that I definitly know that answer to. Unfortunately for Doris, that gigantic piece of goop that was stuck to her lip forced me to vomit rather than answer her. I told her "I don't know" and quickly diverted my eyes before I ended up sitting in a pool of my own bile. God she is fucking repulsive.
Can everyone stop interuppting me? Marco, our superintendent, who I just found out makes $7,500 more than me, just walked up to me and goes: "Sup dude." He then proceeds to smile at me all creepily. Then he just stands there. I go: "Sup." and he continues to stand there all sexually and weird like. Eventually I just went back to typing until he got the hint and left.
I mean...don't you got better shit to do then stand there looking at me as though I have some double d jugs?
I don't get it.
What is wrong with the world?
Well, I think that might be it for today. Going to go figure out how to get to this place downtown. That should take a good half an hour...and then it will be time to go home.
(big sigh)
Been waiting all day for that moment.
Sorry to have been gone for so long. This weekend got the best of me and I thought it, um...best, to not go anywhere near the computer. Paul was here and we had a beautiful time. We only hooked up once and it was for like 8 minutes. That kind of sucked, but sometimes there are more important things to do or talk about other than sex. It was a nice change. We had some pretty intense conversations as well. Some of which will find their way to this page, some of which will never come out of my mouth. :-D
Friday night we partied it up in NYC. Saturday, we saw the movie SIGNS. (My second time, his first) GO SEE IT! It's muy brilliante! Sunday, we went to this great, local gay bar and rocked out. We got home and ended up staying up just about all night. We talked and laughed like two girls that haven't seen eachother in years. Yesterday was a bit depressing as we both had the impending doom of him leaving weighing very heavily on our shoulders. He got his stuff together and left at 6am in order to make it to the train station by 7. To be honest, I have had this gaping hole in my heart ever since he took off. I hate it. I hate hate hate it. You would think that after 2 years of doing this, we would have it down to a science. But lo and behold, it hurts more and more with each arrival and departure. I guess that's what true love is.
I SAW THE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE VIDEO THIS MORNING!
And about SHIT myself. DAMNIT! Why is there such beauty in this world, and why don't I have full access to all of it?
Meaning Justin's penis in Joe's mouth.
I know I know. I am a child for loving him the way that I do. But you know what? When I was 12 and gay, I had to pretend to be in love with Deborah Gibson. (Not that I didn't love her for her talent and perfume. I mean Electric Youth y'all.)
Now that I am 25 and gay and out, I feel justified to express my love for my new pop idol.
And by pop idol, I am in NO way referring to Miss Kelly Clarkson. If I hear her overly virbratoed rendition of "A Moment Like This" one more time, I might rip my eyelashes out one by one. GAH!
and also
gah.
Let's see....
No big NIC dream this weekend. Prolly cuz I didn't have the patch on for most of it. Prolly cuz I smoked a couple cigarettes. Prolly cuz I am not quitting anymore.
SIKE!
I am so still quitting. Just kinda had a little falling out.
IT IS SO HARD! Don't let any ass tell you differently.
So Doris...if you read Ari's Journal you know who Doris is, just came up to me and asked me a question that I definitly know that answer to. Unfortunately for Doris, that gigantic piece of goop that was stuck to her lip forced me to vomit rather than answer her. I told her "I don't know" and quickly diverted my eyes before I ended up sitting in a pool of my own bile. God she is fucking repulsive.
Can everyone stop interuppting me? Marco, our superintendent, who I just found out makes $7,500 more than me, just walked up to me and goes: "Sup dude." He then proceeds to smile at me all creepily. Then he just stands there. I go: "Sup." and he continues to stand there all sexually and weird like. Eventually I just went back to typing until he got the hint and left.
I mean...don't you got better shit to do then stand there looking at me as though I have some double d jugs?
I don't get it.
What is wrong with the world?
Well, I think that might be it for today. Going to go figure out how to get to this place downtown. That should take a good half an hour...and then it will be time to go home.
(big sigh)
Been waiting all day for that moment.
