Friday, March 28, 2003
FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDA KAHLO
Rock out! I leave in an hour to go to Port Authority. I am very VERY excited to go home this weekend. Not leaving the city since Christmas has really taken its toll on me. I think this may have been the longest I have ever gone without leaving the 5 boroughs. And with the spring weather hitting us, I am even more excited to be in the fresh, open, Albany air. Gosh, the boner I am sporting is HUGE. YAY.
Tonight is “Wasted Night” with my parents. Tomorrow, we are going to the food court in the mall and then off to watch a movie. My parents love the food court in the mall and I must admit, so do I. I can get a slice of pizza, french fries, and tacos all at the same time! I mean, DAYIM!
There doesn’t seem to be too much showing this weekend as far as cinema is concerned. My parents have these free movie passes they use and sometimes “Hoyts” blocks the newest movies that come out for at least two weeks. So, we are going to try to see “The Core”, although I must admit that it looks cheesified. What are the other options? “How to Lose a Guy in 10 days” or “Bringing Down the House”, which will probably be what we end up going to if “The Core” is blocked. My mom loves Steve Martin (as do I) and I am just in love with that Queen Lateef! She can do no wrong in my eyes.
I will stay up late, sleep late, and eat eat eat. Oh Joe, like you need to eat anymore than you already do. I mean, the fly on my pants isn’t FULLY busted yet, so why not keep going??
Things with Paul and I are going so well that it’s almost as though we just started dating. Last night he calls me at 6:30pm to see if I was getting ready to go out. I told him that I was “taking a nap” to get ready and he said that he was doing the same. I then hinted that maybe we could not go out and just hang at my place and have dinner. He totally went for the idea! I was shocked. Paul has one night a week that he can go out and drink and he gave up his one night to be with me, alone. I was very happy to say the least.
Paul arrived at my apartment at 7pm and we ordered ourselves some dinner. We also made an oatmeal cookie that is easily the size of Kansas. We spent the night watching “Must see TV” and eating ourselves into an oblivion. Just the way we like it! Our night was filled with laughter and small kisses and hugs. I felt calm, relaxed, and so happy. As we fell asleep, we were suctioned to each other like literal peas in a pod. It was so great.
I woke up this morning at 6am, from having a terrible nightmare (as I have been having just about every night these days), and Paul turned over and asked me if I was ok. I told him that I had a bad dream and he wrapped his body around me until I fell back to sleep. It was wonderful.
At 9am, Paul left my place and I got into the shower. When I returned to my room to get dressed, there was a little note on my bed that said: “Have a great weekend with your parents. I can’t wait to spend more time with you. I love you so much Joseph.”
If things keep going the way they are, I will really feel as though our relationship is going to achieve levels that I was previously sure were impossible to reach. When Paul wants to be this much a part of our relationship, I fall in love with him over and over again, every single day.
Basically, when things are going well with Paul, everything else in my life seems to go much better.
So this morning, as I am getting on the subway at Columbus Circle, this lady (who I don’t think was homeless, but was definitely dirty looking) gets on through the same doorway entrance that I use. We stand on the subway together, holding onto the same pole and just before she gets off at 86th street, she turns towards me, looks in my eyes, and screams: “BALK!” in my face. I jumped out of my skin and backed away from her. She turns and exits the subway and I move back to the pole I was holding. As the doors to the subway close, she turns to face me, points her finger in my face and goes: “BALK!”
I was pissed at her for screaming “balk!” at me again, so I burst out laughing in her face. I just laughed and laughed and as the subway started to move out of the station, she kept going “BALK BALK BALK BLAK” while watching me through the windows. It was SO WEIRD!
Cuz what is BALK?? And why am I balk?
I decided that I hate balk.
In other news…my shoulder is getting much better. The pinched nerve is slowly working its way out. I can almost turn my neck all the way to the left AND I can get out of bed on my own now. I don’t need Paul to pull me up by my arms. I figure that it will be fully healed by next week. Then I can start masturbating upside down with hooks hanging out of my eyelids, like I usually do.
Ok, shit’s getting strange in here now. I am going home.
(HEY DOV!)
Alright, have a great weekend y’all. Be back soon with more stories of how scary, dirty ladies call me “Balk!”
Rock out! I leave in an hour to go to Port Authority. I am very VERY excited to go home this weekend. Not leaving the city since Christmas has really taken its toll on me. I think this may have been the longest I have ever gone without leaving the 5 boroughs. And with the spring weather hitting us, I am even more excited to be in the fresh, open, Albany air. Gosh, the boner I am sporting is HUGE. YAY.
Tonight is “Wasted Night” with my parents. Tomorrow, we are going to the food court in the mall and then off to watch a movie. My parents love the food court in the mall and I must admit, so do I. I can get a slice of pizza, french fries, and tacos all at the same time! I mean, DAYIM!
There doesn’t seem to be too much showing this weekend as far as cinema is concerned. My parents have these free movie passes they use and sometimes “Hoyts” blocks the newest movies that come out for at least two weeks. So, we are going to try to see “The Core”, although I must admit that it looks cheesified. What are the other options? “How to Lose a Guy in 10 days” or “Bringing Down the House”, which will probably be what we end up going to if “The Core” is blocked. My mom loves Steve Martin (as do I) and I am just in love with that Queen Lateef! She can do no wrong in my eyes.
I will stay up late, sleep late, and eat eat eat. Oh Joe, like you need to eat anymore than you already do. I mean, the fly on my pants isn’t FULLY busted yet, so why not keep going??
Things with Paul and I are going so well that it’s almost as though we just started dating. Last night he calls me at 6:30pm to see if I was getting ready to go out. I told him that I was “taking a nap” to get ready and he said that he was doing the same. I then hinted that maybe we could not go out and just hang at my place and have dinner. He totally went for the idea! I was shocked. Paul has one night a week that he can go out and drink and he gave up his one night to be with me, alone. I was very happy to say the least.
Paul arrived at my apartment at 7pm and we ordered ourselves some dinner. We also made an oatmeal cookie that is easily the size of Kansas. We spent the night watching “Must see TV” and eating ourselves into an oblivion. Just the way we like it! Our night was filled with laughter and small kisses and hugs. I felt calm, relaxed, and so happy. As we fell asleep, we were suctioned to each other like literal peas in a pod. It was so great.
I woke up this morning at 6am, from having a terrible nightmare (as I have been having just about every night these days), and Paul turned over and asked me if I was ok. I told him that I had a bad dream and he wrapped his body around me until I fell back to sleep. It was wonderful.
At 9am, Paul left my place and I got into the shower. When I returned to my room to get dressed, there was a little note on my bed that said: “Have a great weekend with your parents. I can’t wait to spend more time with you. I love you so much Joseph.”
If things keep going the way they are, I will really feel as though our relationship is going to achieve levels that I was previously sure were impossible to reach. When Paul wants to be this much a part of our relationship, I fall in love with him over and over again, every single day.
Basically, when things are going well with Paul, everything else in my life seems to go much better.
So this morning, as I am getting on the subway at Columbus Circle, this lady (who I don’t think was homeless, but was definitely dirty looking) gets on through the same doorway entrance that I use. We stand on the subway together, holding onto the same pole and just before she gets off at 86th street, she turns towards me, looks in my eyes, and screams: “BALK!” in my face. I jumped out of my skin and backed away from her. She turns and exits the subway and I move back to the pole I was holding. As the doors to the subway close, she turns to face me, points her finger in my face and goes: “BALK!”
I was pissed at her for screaming “balk!” at me again, so I burst out laughing in her face. I just laughed and laughed and as the subway started to move out of the station, she kept going “BALK BALK BALK BLAK” while watching me through the windows. It was SO WEIRD!
Cuz what is BALK?? And why am I balk?
I decided that I hate balk.
In other news…my shoulder is getting much better. The pinched nerve is slowly working its way out. I can almost turn my neck all the way to the left AND I can get out of bed on my own now. I don’t need Paul to pull me up by my arms. I figure that it will be fully healed by next week. Then I can start masturbating upside down with hooks hanging out of my eyelids, like I usually do.
Ok, shit’s getting strange in here now. I am going home.
(HEY DOV!)
Alright, have a great weekend y’all. Be back soon with more stories of how scary, dirty ladies call me “Balk!”
