Wednesday, September 29, 2004
| Being fake Jewish is the best!
I get to leave work today at 2pm and not return until Monday. It’s the Sukkot holiday and because I am a Gentile, it’s just a really long weekend for me. Best part? Next week, it’s the same story! Gosh, how do people work real 40 hour-a-week jobs? I don’t think I could ever handle something so damn ludicrous. Of course, I won’t exactly be taking it easy during my time off. The Theatre Company’s next show goes up three weeks from tomorrow, so we have lots more rehearsing and business to take care of. At this moment, the whole process seems very daunting, but we do our best work when we are working with a deadline, so I’m sure it will all work out ok. On top of this, I’m moving out of my apartment on December 1st! Paul and I are finally moving in together. It’s been a long time coming, but we are MORE than ready now. Unfortunately, there has been a lot of frustration and anger between everybody about the move. It’s such a huge change in my life and the last thing I want is for everyone to hate each other. But it seems that in moments of total stress, the worst in everyone comes out. I’m trying my best to rise above it all, but it’s hard. How do I balance my love and support for Paul with my love and support for my friends? It would be much easier if both sides would get along with each other, but that is very far from reality at this time. I’m just going to do the best I can to weather the storm and hope that we are all (myself included) able to look outside our otherwise selfish natures. Other than that, everything is going pretty well. I tend to be happiest when I’m busy, so needless to say I’m in very good spirits. I had a wonderful talk with my friend Rita last week and it felt good to catch up with someone not connected to the play, the move, or my job. It’s so rare that I’m able to have these kind of conversations, so when it does happen, it’s a very welcome change of pace. Rita is currently packing up her life and preparing to move to DC. Her husband got a job with the Secret Service! How HOTTTT is that?? Best part (cuz I’m a selfish monkey) is that Rita will only be about 2 and a half to 3 hours away from NYC. Currently she’s like 5 hours away. I’m hoping we can see eachother’s pubes a lot more often. Er…oops. You understand. We are just about a month away from the election for president! I’m pretty sure idiot fuck is going to win again, but it’s going to be a night to remember! I’ve decided that I’m going to throw a party at Paul’s apartment so that we can all hug eachother when Kerry blows it. I’m thinking we should have pigs in a blanket. Considering that Kerry is going to lose it for us Democrats, at least we can have good tasting hoerdourves in the process. Ok…gotta jet! Have a great weekend all! |
Friday, September 24, 2004
| Blessings and Booze
Yesterday I left work in a horrible mood. I was feeling stressed about everything in my life and I was not looking forward to our fundraiser. We had decided a few weeks ago to guest bartend at a place in Times Square, knowing that we would receive whatever tips were given that night. The owner of the bar was incredibly sweet and we all trusted him, so we decided to go forward with the idea. We had been publicizing for weeks, yet I was still afraid that the turnout was going to be weak. When I got to the bar, I saw Kelly all dressed up in her little bartending outfit, boobs a-flailing. She was nervous and excited and we got ready to do our best and to make as much money as we could. While Kelly served up drinks, I walked around and shmoozed with everyone who came, passing out our postcards and answering whatever questions people had. By 7:30pm, we had about 15 people in the bar and Ifigured that all was lost. I resolved myself to having the best time I could possibly have. Then, as in the story where Jesus feeds the mulitudes with five loaves of bread and three fish, people just started multiplying and pouring into the building. It was so crazy at one point that I could barely stand in the room without being shoved around like a gay pinball. By this time, Megan, the co-owner of the company had arrived and she and Kelly went to TOWN making drinks and racking in the tips. At 10pm, the time the fundraiser was supposed to end, the owner of the bar extended us to 11pm because we were making him so much money! I was so impressed with the amount of people who came to support our endeavor. It got so nuts, that I decided to leave for an hour to go back to Angie’s for a smoke and a breather. I showed back up at the bar around 11pm and picked up Kelly to take her home. When we got home, Kelly pulled out the wad of cash and we began counting. The final tally? 510 fucking dollars! FIVE HUNDRED AND TEN FUCKING DOLLARS!!! We basically blew our loads on eachother’s faces and started screaching with things like “YAY!”, “We’re the fucking best”, “The show’s going to be amazing!”. It was all very surreal. We had hoped to make about $200-$250 at the fundraiser. Yet, we DOUBLED our goal. I am flying high today, to say the least. With this money, we have officially paid off every bill associated with putting up our own show and we have over $400 to spare. I mean, seriously. God had his hands in this and it feels SO good to have his support with this endeavor. Without him, none of this would be possible. So I get to start my weekend feeling like a million bucks, or…feeling like 510 bucks! Luckily for me, I smoked about 194 cigarettes last night, so my voice is just about gone, but hey…it’s fucking well worth it! Have a great weekend y’all! |
Thursday, September 23, 2004
THURSDAY OF MY HATE
Hello world!
Look who it is! I mean, I’ve only been gone for like 3 weeks! Don’t get your blood stained panties in a tiz. Shit.
Tonight is the fundraiser for our upcoming show! I’m a little anxious about it. Everyone seemed so pumped about it and now people are trying to figure out a way not to come. My feeling is…if you’ve committed to being at the event, you should be there. And if you change your mind, that is absolutely fine with me, but you should then pull out your check book and make a donation to our company. It’s only fair. When some people at my job told me that they could no longer attend cuz they now have a meeting right beforehand, I looked them in the eyes with anger and said “Fine. But we still accept donations”. They kept blinking at me, not getting the hint and I just walked away with disgust. I work with some pretty pathetic people.
In any case, even if no one shows up, the fundraiser is at a bar and I will be able to hang with some of my friends and have drinks. We aren’t in terrible shape for money, but having a little extra really couldn’t hurt. This whole process has been very expensive, but we are hoping that it will pay off in the end. Gotta keep our heads up.
Been doing pretty well overall lately. I mean, my body has blown up to the size of blimp, but other than that, feeling very good. My problem is that every day I eat 3 slices of pizza for lunch with chewy sprees on top. It’s the only way I know how to live. When I’m done, I wash it all down with a nice cold glass of mayonaisse and wait impatiently for dinner to roll around. You understand.
My brother is doing well. He is quickly adjusting to life back in Germany. With the situation in Iraq worse than it’s ever been, there is talk that he may have to go back. The whole idea makes my insides curl up and die, so I really try hard not to think about it. I swear to you, if my brother gets re-deployed to fucking Baghdad, I will shit on the president’s face myself. I’ve got a huge dump brewing and he will eat every fucking morsel. Look what he’s done. Destroyed over a 1,000 families lives and for what? For fucking what? This is our LEADER folks!
Did anyone see “Lost” last night on ABC? Holy fuck! The show was amazing. I don’t want to give anything away, since I have some friends who have it taped (hint hint Ares!). I especially appreciated the directing style. I thought the episode was geniunely terrifying and the concept was explored to the fullest. I was VERY upset when the show ended. I’m thinking that this new fall sitcom will fast become my favorite. Check it out if you get the chance.
Other than that…I’m very in need of a cigarette. For some reason, the littlest things are getting under my skin today. I feel like I could strangle and kill everything that crosses my path. If the next thing that crosses my path is a vodka tonic, I’m going to murder it with my mouth. And absolutely DESTROY it with my stomach. Then I’ll shit it out when I’m good and fucking ready.
Peace out.
Hello world!
Look who it is! I mean, I’ve only been gone for like 3 weeks! Don’t get your blood stained panties in a tiz. Shit.
Tonight is the fundraiser for our upcoming show! I’m a little anxious about it. Everyone seemed so pumped about it and now people are trying to figure out a way not to come. My feeling is…if you’ve committed to being at the event, you should be there. And if you change your mind, that is absolutely fine with me, but you should then pull out your check book and make a donation to our company. It’s only fair. When some people at my job told me that they could no longer attend cuz they now have a meeting right beforehand, I looked them in the eyes with anger and said “Fine. But we still accept donations”. They kept blinking at me, not getting the hint and I just walked away with disgust. I work with some pretty pathetic people.
In any case, even if no one shows up, the fundraiser is at a bar and I will be able to hang with some of my friends and have drinks. We aren’t in terrible shape for money, but having a little extra really couldn’t hurt. This whole process has been very expensive, but we are hoping that it will pay off in the end. Gotta keep our heads up.
Been doing pretty well overall lately. I mean, my body has blown up to the size of blimp, but other than that, feeling very good. My problem is that every day I eat 3 slices of pizza for lunch with chewy sprees on top. It’s the only way I know how to live. When I’m done, I wash it all down with a nice cold glass of mayonaisse and wait impatiently for dinner to roll around. You understand.
My brother is doing well. He is quickly adjusting to life back in Germany. With the situation in Iraq worse than it’s ever been, there is talk that he may have to go back. The whole idea makes my insides curl up and die, so I really try hard not to think about it. I swear to you, if my brother gets re-deployed to fucking Baghdad, I will shit on the president’s face myself. I’ve got a huge dump brewing and he will eat every fucking morsel. Look what he’s done. Destroyed over a 1,000 families lives and for what? For fucking what? This is our LEADER folks!
Did anyone see “Lost” last night on ABC? Holy fuck! The show was amazing. I don’t want to give anything away, since I have some friends who have it taped (hint hint Ares!). I especially appreciated the directing style. I thought the episode was geniunely terrifying and the concept was explored to the fullest. I was VERY upset when the show ended. I’m thinking that this new fall sitcom will fast become my favorite. Check it out if you get the chance.
Other than that…I’m very in need of a cigarette. For some reason, the littlest things are getting under my skin today. I feel like I could strangle and kill everything that crosses my path. If the next thing that crosses my path is a vodka tonic, I’m going to murder it with my mouth. And absolutely DESTROY it with my stomach. Then I’ll shit it out when I’m good and fucking ready.
Peace out.
Friday, September 03, 2004
The Three Things That Made The Biggest Impression On Me Last Night
1) Yesterday after work, I went out for drinks with some co-workers. I wasn’t totally looking forward to it, but I had made a commitment and I was determined to stick with it. In any case, I really had a great time. I just love the security guard at my job. He is the sweetest, toughest, nicest guy and he always takes such good care of me. Being able to spend time with him outside of work was a pure joy. I’ve decided that I want to have him and his wife over for dinner. They are definitely a couple I want to share an experience like that with.
2) After happy hour, I went with my friend Angie to a surprise birthday party. Very rarely do I get to go to events like this. We all showed up at the bar at 9pm and waited for the moment when our friend Olivia would walk through the door. When she entered, Angie blew her birthday horn so loud and crazily that I almost pissed all over the floor. It immediately became the funniest thing ever and I told her to bring the horn home so we could blow it whenever we want. I was amazed at how friendly everyone at the party was. I talked politics, I talked coming out stories, I talked sex. It was random and fun and a bit chaotic at points. During one of my many cigarette breaks, these two girls asked me if I would escort them over to a homeless man that seemed to have died on the street. As a rule, I don’t like to get involved with the homeless, but in last night’s situation, how was I going to say no? After picking up the homeless guy off the ground we asked him if he needed anything. “A beer! I need a fucking beer! I can’t go to sleep without a beer!” We apologized for being unable to fulfill his request and went back to the bar. About ten minutes later, I looked out the window and saw some dude messing with the homeless man. The poor homeless guy sat there defensively as the other fucker yelled at him and laughed. I immediately left the bar and walked over to see what the problem was. Turns out, the random guy was fucking wasted and was just looking for trouble. I handed the homeless guy $4 and told him to either buy a beer or something to eat. His smile lit up his face. He got up and walked to the nearest convenience store. Usually I avoid homeless people, but when you actually do make a connection with one, their humanity breaks all preconceived notions.
3) Paul called me around 11pm and told me that he was home from work. I immediately jumped into a cab and went to his apartment. He had subs and hummus waiting for me. It was a nice surprise for my starving drunk ass. We watched Bully and loved every second of it. Truth be known, I’ve seen the movie about a quadrillion times and since I was drunk, I was screaming every line at the top of my lungs. It was super fun. And super annoying for a sober Paul, but he took it with stride. At around 2am, Paul and I got into bed and curled up happy and content.
The one thing that I have left out is the “deal” I made with the security guard. You see, the new superintendent in my building is wicked hot. I’m talking built. He speaks very little English and from what I hear, he has a wife and two kids. This hot ass can’t be more than 26 years old, but damn, I just love him. Anyway, I asked the security guard if he would find a way to get the superintendent to take his shirt off. In return, I told him that I would get Angie to take her shirt off for him. Hahaha. Luckily Angie approved this deal and we are well on our way to seeing the superintendent half naked with rippling abs and pecs. Just now, the guard called me to let me know that the super showed up in a muscle shirt (see: t-shirt with no sleeves). I ran downstairs to smoke a cigarette and watch his biceps twitch and bulge. So far, the BEST part of my entire day.
Here is the moral of the story: If you really want something, make sure your friends have nice tits and are willing to show them.
OMG. The guard just came up and gave me the present of my life! He asked the superintendent to put on a tank top and take a picture. For SOME reason the super obliged and I am now the proud owner of two VERY hot pictures! Man! You should SEE his body! As though Angie has telepathy, she just called me on the phone and I explained what happened. She burst out laughing and we have scheduled a photo shoot for Sunday. She will have to pose in some of her nicest lingerie. HAHAHA. Hey, a deal is a deal. I’m so lucky to have hot friends who don’t mind exploiting themselves for my benefit.
Man, today has started out to be SUPER erotic.
Have great weekends all!
1) Yesterday after work, I went out for drinks with some co-workers. I wasn’t totally looking forward to it, but I had made a commitment and I was determined to stick with it. In any case, I really had a great time. I just love the security guard at my job. He is the sweetest, toughest, nicest guy and he always takes such good care of me. Being able to spend time with him outside of work was a pure joy. I’ve decided that I want to have him and his wife over for dinner. They are definitely a couple I want to share an experience like that with.
2) After happy hour, I went with my friend Angie to a surprise birthday party. Very rarely do I get to go to events like this. We all showed up at the bar at 9pm and waited for the moment when our friend Olivia would walk through the door. When she entered, Angie blew her birthday horn so loud and crazily that I almost pissed all over the floor. It immediately became the funniest thing ever and I told her to bring the horn home so we could blow it whenever we want. I was amazed at how friendly everyone at the party was. I talked politics, I talked coming out stories, I talked sex. It was random and fun and a bit chaotic at points. During one of my many cigarette breaks, these two girls asked me if I would escort them over to a homeless man that seemed to have died on the street. As a rule, I don’t like to get involved with the homeless, but in last night’s situation, how was I going to say no? After picking up the homeless guy off the ground we asked him if he needed anything. “A beer! I need a fucking beer! I can’t go to sleep without a beer!” We apologized for being unable to fulfill his request and went back to the bar. About ten minutes later, I looked out the window and saw some dude messing with the homeless man. The poor homeless guy sat there defensively as the other fucker yelled at him and laughed. I immediately left the bar and walked over to see what the problem was. Turns out, the random guy was fucking wasted and was just looking for trouble. I handed the homeless guy $4 and told him to either buy a beer or something to eat. His smile lit up his face. He got up and walked to the nearest convenience store. Usually I avoid homeless people, but when you actually do make a connection with one, their humanity breaks all preconceived notions.
3) Paul called me around 11pm and told me that he was home from work. I immediately jumped into a cab and went to his apartment. He had subs and hummus waiting for me. It was a nice surprise for my starving drunk ass. We watched Bully and loved every second of it. Truth be known, I’ve seen the movie about a quadrillion times and since I was drunk, I was screaming every line at the top of my lungs. It was super fun. And super annoying for a sober Paul, but he took it with stride. At around 2am, Paul and I got into bed and curled up happy and content.
The one thing that I have left out is the “deal” I made with the security guard. You see, the new superintendent in my building is wicked hot. I’m talking built. He speaks very little English and from what I hear, he has a wife and two kids. This hot ass can’t be more than 26 years old, but damn, I just love him. Anyway, I asked the security guard if he would find a way to get the superintendent to take his shirt off. In return, I told him that I would get Angie to take her shirt off for him. Hahaha. Luckily Angie approved this deal and we are well on our way to seeing the superintendent half naked with rippling abs and pecs. Just now, the guard called me to let me know that the super showed up in a muscle shirt (see: t-shirt with no sleeves). I ran downstairs to smoke a cigarette and watch his biceps twitch and bulge. So far, the BEST part of my entire day.
Here is the moral of the story: If you really want something, make sure your friends have nice tits and are willing to show them.
OMG. The guard just came up and gave me the present of my life! He asked the superintendent to put on a tank top and take a picture. For SOME reason the super obliged and I am now the proud owner of two VERY hot pictures! Man! You should SEE his body! As though Angie has telepathy, she just called me on the phone and I explained what happened. She burst out laughing and we have scheduled a photo shoot for Sunday. She will have to pose in some of her nicest lingerie. HAHAHA. Hey, a deal is a deal. I’m so lucky to have hot friends who don’t mind exploiting themselves for my benefit.
Man, today has started out to be SUPER erotic.
Have great weekends all!
Thursday, September 02, 2004
| Nights like Last Night
Once in a while, Paul and I have a night that blows me away. Well, not literally blow…there was little to no dick sucking last night. He kind of twiddled my dick for a while and it was creeping me out so I slapped his hand. Ok, dumb tangent. Anyways…when I showed up at his apartment after work, Paul was waiting for me with a huge smile on his face. He kept complimenting me randomly and although I was in a pretty foul mood, he was able to pull me from the dredges of it. We made the BEST grilled chicken sandwiches and watched The Simpsons together and laughed and laughed. At 8pm, we were VERY excited to watch Renovate My Family. If you were one of the lucky viewers to catch Trading Spouses a couple of weeks ago, then you know all about the Biggins family. Turns out, audiences across America fell in love with Mela Biggins. So what does Fox do? They make them the stars of Fox’s knock off of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. The entire 2 hour special had Paul and me cheering with laughter and tears. I’ve never seen such wonderful people in my life. When the Biggins house was being torn down, I cried right along with Mela. When the Biggins new house was shown to them, I cried right along with the entire family. Paul actually shed a few tears too which is strange since his heart is usually made of stone. Stone Cold Steve Austin, if you will. The Biggin’s daughter was fucking hilarious. She calls her mom “Mela” in pure Simpsons fashion and it became increasingly funny to hear her scream her mother’s name. When she saw her new bedroom, she screamed “MELA! MELA! WHERE’S MY MELA!” - the whole time Mela was standing right next to her. Gosh, it’s hard to explain how hilariously moving the whole thing really was. The Biggins family was offered a new chance at life and I couldn’t have wished it on a nicer, more loving and down to earth family. If the Biggins (notice how I LOVE to write “Biggins” over and over) were to be stars of their very own reality show, I would watch it every week with undying love. After the show, Paul and I wiped our faces of the tears and decided that we wanted ice cream cones. Very rarely do we leave the apartment at 10pm to venture out into the crazy streets of NYC. ESPECIALLY with the Republican Convention going on. You would THINK that all of the delegates would be AT the convention, but NOOO! I’ve seen quite a few of them at the infamous McSorley’s bar, below Paul’s apartment. Hey, if I was here to support Bush, I would do it drunk as well. Paul and I walked to this new ice cream cone place and ordered the most amazing cones ever! We both got this flavor called the “Deep Purple Cow”. Essentially its raspberry ice cream with white and dark chocolate chips and also has blueberries! The best part? They put the ice cream in a fruity pebbles cone! NO JOKE! It’s a sugar cone that has tons of fruity pebbles chunks around the rim. Last night was beautiful outside, so we went to the park in Cooper Union, found a bench and ate our ice cream. The wind was cool and the night was calm. It was so wonderful to sit there with my boyfriend, talking, eating ice cream, and being in love. I’m such a ninny (ninny? ninny!) when it comes to romantic type things, yet I complain about Paul never doing them. Last night was unexpected and great. I can’t wait for the next time that we can be romantic all over again. When we got home, Paul did his adorable “Let’s get in bed” squeal and we stripped off our clothes and tickled and cuddled for an hour before going to sleep. Yeah, it was all very nauseating, but rare and super and unbeatable. I woke up, kissed him on the forehead and came to my shit job. Its nights like last night that make me realize how happy I really am with Paul and how tight the two of us really are. I may play it off like he drives me crazy (cuz sometimes he does), but you don’t remain in a relationship with someone for 5 years if it isn’t something totally special. I love my pupes. NOT pubes! Pupes! Sheesh. |
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
The BFG? No! The RNC.
As most of you know, I am currently in the middle of surviving the Republican National Convention. Over the past couple of weeks, all NY’ers were warned to get out of the city during the event. “The subways will be shut down! It will be mass chaos! A bomb will surely explode in your face!” Most NYC dwellers believed these rumors and high tailed it to safer ground. I, on the other hand, am a proud administrative assistant and we are not provided such luxuries.
Turns out, this IS the week to be a commuter in the city. There is no one around! I get a seat every time I enter the subway. The busses, so empty that I could stretch out and jerk my dick without even being noticed. Ok, not entirely true as I was busted by an undercover cop. Instead of writing me a ticket, he asked if he could drink my sperm like a tall glass of milk. I, obviously, obliged.
I’ve spent a good amount of time watching the convention on television. Gosh, Republicans. For a gay man living in America, is there any group scarier? Watching Rudy Guiliani scream from his podium that “we must continue to hunt down and seek revenge on the terrorists who caused 9/11” makes me cringe with an uncomfortable fear. But worse yet is the seemingly normal men and women who begin chanting and screaming like blood thirsty maniacs.
I’ve always been a passive person who believes in complete non-violence. For a year after 9/11, I tried to pretend that I was just as out for revenge as everyone else. But in truth, I was really just sad. Sad for a very long time. Maybe it’s because I didn’t personally know anyone that died as a result of the attack or maybe it’s because I’ve been raised to be a forgiving person. In either case, the image of thousands of Republicans screaming and chanting for the heads of those responsible will be something that will stick with me for a long time. If anger keeps these adults alive, then sobeit. But this kid has learned the art of forgiveness.
The one thing about the convention that has indeed pissed me off is the frequency with which I’ve heard Republicans say that they “don’t support Bush’s domestic issues”, but they “do support the war in Iraq”. That’s all well and good except for the fact that Bush’s beliefs on abortion and gay rights are so wrong and evil. I’ve never heard so many people from a political party say that they disagree with the canidates views, but will still vote him in as a leader in the coming election. huh? Wait…HUH?!?
Overall, it is going to be a tight election this year. I’m already planning the hordourves I’m gonna serve while America is glued to the television, awaiting the final outcome of our next leader.
In any case, it’s been very nice to have a quiet city to live in this week. The city may be full of close minded monsters, but it’s never felt so open and care free in all my time living here. Ironic?
HELL yes.
As most of you know, I am currently in the middle of surviving the Republican National Convention. Over the past couple of weeks, all NY’ers were warned to get out of the city during the event. “The subways will be shut down! It will be mass chaos! A bomb will surely explode in your face!” Most NYC dwellers believed these rumors and high tailed it to safer ground. I, on the other hand, am a proud administrative assistant and we are not provided such luxuries.
Turns out, this IS the week to be a commuter in the city. There is no one around! I get a seat every time I enter the subway. The busses, so empty that I could stretch out and jerk my dick without even being noticed. Ok, not entirely true as I was busted by an undercover cop. Instead of writing me a ticket, he asked if he could drink my sperm like a tall glass of milk. I, obviously, obliged.
I’ve spent a good amount of time watching the convention on television. Gosh, Republicans. For a gay man living in America, is there any group scarier? Watching Rudy Guiliani scream from his podium that “we must continue to hunt down and seek revenge on the terrorists who caused 9/11” makes me cringe with an uncomfortable fear. But worse yet is the seemingly normal men and women who begin chanting and screaming like blood thirsty maniacs.
I’ve always been a passive person who believes in complete non-violence. For a year after 9/11, I tried to pretend that I was just as out for revenge as everyone else. But in truth, I was really just sad. Sad for a very long time. Maybe it’s because I didn’t personally know anyone that died as a result of the attack or maybe it’s because I’ve been raised to be a forgiving person. In either case, the image of thousands of Republicans screaming and chanting for the heads of those responsible will be something that will stick with me for a long time. If anger keeps these adults alive, then sobeit. But this kid has learned the art of forgiveness.
The one thing about the convention that has indeed pissed me off is the frequency with which I’ve heard Republicans say that they “don’t support Bush’s domestic issues”, but they “do support the war in Iraq”. That’s all well and good except for the fact that Bush’s beliefs on abortion and gay rights are so wrong and evil. I’ve never heard so many people from a political party say that they disagree with the canidates views, but will still vote him in as a leader in the coming election. huh? Wait…HUH?!?
Overall, it is going to be a tight election this year. I’m already planning the hordourves I’m gonna serve while America is glued to the television, awaiting the final outcome of our next leader.
In any case, it’s been very nice to have a quiet city to live in this week. The city may be full of close minded monsters, but it’s never felt so open and care free in all my time living here. Ironic?
HELL yes.
