My skin's been much clearer all in all in Edinburgh than it was in Santa Fe for the last 4 or so months before I left... I noticed in York my skin cleared up almost totally... and now I'm back to getting a few pimples... I'm wondering if my pillows might be too unclean, so I washed one of them in boiling water. (The washer here gets water up to 95 degrees C -- my towels have never been so clean!) We will see if that helps.
Was interested in booty calling the Marquis de Sade again, but he was out drinking and it got too late for me... he still drunk-dialed me though which was cute in a way... and like a true Scotsman today he wrote me apologizing for the late call and complaining he needs Irn Bru for his hangover. (I think one of these nights I need to deliberately get wasted, then do the traditional drunked kebabs and then Irn Bru in the morning.)
Oddly, Mr. Hat might know the Marquis -- at least he claims to know someone with the same name matching his general description. Overhearing me talking about the Marquis and interjecting this, was the first time Mr. Hat willingly spoke to me since February.
Personalitywise I actually think I like him the best of the fellows I met through OK Cupid, ignoring his obviously being insane and groping me... he's a smart fellow and can talk about a lot of subjects (though sex and porn is obviously his favorite.) Did meet another Scot with worse piercings though -- de Sade just has his nipples done, another fellow who seems to model his hairstyle on Legolas from the Lord of the Rings films, has a Prince Albert (no, I didn't see it.)
I'm actually trying to think if there's some way I can stay here... I don't really have any hope but I'm horrified by the idea of leaving. There's definitely no life for me in New Mexico, or probably anywhere in the US. Even in the dull, lonely winter there is at least the museum and the graveyards to go visit...
Was interested in booty calling the Marquis de Sade again, but he was out drinking and it got too late for me... he still drunk-dialed me though which was cute in a way... and like a true Scotsman today he wrote me apologizing for the late call and complaining he needs Irn Bru for his hangover. (I think one of these nights I need to deliberately get wasted, then do the traditional drunked kebabs and then Irn Bru in the morning.)
Oddly, Mr. Hat might know the Marquis -- at least he claims to know someone with the same name matching his general description. Overhearing me talking about the Marquis and interjecting this, was the first time Mr. Hat willingly spoke to me since February.
Personalitywise I actually think I like him the best of the fellows I met through OK Cupid, ignoring his obviously being insane and groping me... he's a smart fellow and can talk about a lot of subjects (though sex and porn is obviously his favorite.) Did meet another Scot with worse piercings though -- de Sade just has his nipples done, another fellow who seems to model his hairstyle on Legolas from the Lord of the Rings films, has a Prince Albert (no, I didn't see it.)
I'm actually trying to think if there's some way I can stay here... I don't really have any hope but I'm horrified by the idea of leaving. There's definitely no life for me in New Mexico, or probably anywhere in the US. Even in the dull, lonely winter there is at least the museum and the graveyards to go visit...
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As for the guys, new ones may be in order.