Meh. So here I am.. it is once again snowing out there.. and I have just returned from laundering my clothing. It is not so chilly, yet oh so mushy and slushy outdoors, and I am not so enjoying this. Oh well.. make lemonaide out of lemons right. Whatever. Fuck that. More like pour some shit into a felt pen and make some art. ha.
Yes, I am in a cynical mood today I think. I am happy though too. I have been all over the grande city. Etobicoke for some stupid emergency related to work. To queen street to la hacienda (or however you put those letters together to make that word that means the resteraunt on queen that serves a semi-decent breakfast), and up to harbord to do some laundry, and then bam home.
Last night was a bit of an eye opener for me. My girl friends were calling me a pig. They have seemingly come to the conclusion that they perceive of me as a pig in a sarcastic sense yet I fear that within the sarcasm layeth a friggen grain of truth. I shall shut my word-hole and stop sharing my feelings towards sex and romance. So what if I own sex toys and have attended orgies and threesomes. Like they haven't. I am so bent. I think I miss having a beautiful female companion. Someone to share the beauty of a flower with. Someone to escort to a tasteful dinner. Someone to meet me and jump into my arms. I am lonely. That must be it. Yet I am happy. What the fuck is with me. These are all rhetorical questions so please, no opinion wanted unless it is bold and harsh and judegmental.
Yes, I am in a cynical mood today I think. I am happy though too. I have been all over the grande city. Etobicoke for some stupid emergency related to work. To queen street to la hacienda (or however you put those letters together to make that word that means the resteraunt on queen that serves a semi-decent breakfast), and up to harbord to do some laundry, and then bam home.
Last night was a bit of an eye opener for me. My girl friends were calling me a pig. They have seemingly come to the conclusion that they perceive of me as a pig in a sarcastic sense yet I fear that within the sarcasm layeth a friggen grain of truth. I shall shut my word-hole and stop sharing my feelings towards sex and romance. So what if I own sex toys and have attended orgies and threesomes. Like they haven't. I am so bent. I think I miss having a beautiful female companion. Someone to share the beauty of a flower with. Someone to escort to a tasteful dinner. Someone to meet me and jump into my arms. I am lonely. That must be it. Yet I am happy. What the fuck is with me. These are all rhetorical questions so please, no opinion wanted unless it is bold and harsh and judegmental.