As for Black Blazer Blue Jeans, the interest has already faded, mostly. I'm probably post-relationship boy psuedo-crazy.
At any rate, he is a friend of my friend Paul, housemate really (which is how I met him), but it's okay because:
A) He's got a girlfriend already
B) I'm so tired and not interested in doing anything about it, anyway
I did get to sleep in his futon last night, though. Not with him in it, mind.
I spent yesterday cutting my last class and hanging out with Paul instead. We went biking at Hutchinson Island, had some nicotine and beer, hung out and had dinner on the back porch. BBBJ came outside to join us a bit, and in the end, Paul and I end up going to the wildlife reserve at 2:30am-ish to watch the stars.
The moon was so bright, and there was mist all around. We heard a bird crying in the marsh a few yards away, abruptly cut off, and a terrific splash. Alligators.
Later, we were chilling on a bridge further out, and while talking I realize an adult opossum was walking our way...feet away. It got scared as soon as we noticed it and scurried back into the woods, but it was pretty cool.
Ended up crashing at BBBJ's apartment because it was too late to go home. Got my jeans and my socks and my shoes soaked so I ended up making a makeshift skirt and passing out under one of his huge jackets on the futon. For two hours, waking us up at 6:30am so I could go to work. Boy is a saint, and saints don't fall for feckless retards, I.E., myself.
Plus, I just don't want to like anyone. Don't. Can't. Too much effort. Don't want to think about it. Right now I'm so out of my skull I can't even focus on anything but work, school, and maybe trying to forget the way of life too hard.
Man, did the coffee help this morning. With daylight savings, I saw the fucking sun rise. I'm going to shower off this stink and pass out, now.
Hellboy on Saturday with my man Jeremiah the Baker. Finally going to see it!
At any rate, he is a friend of my friend Paul, housemate really (which is how I met him), but it's okay because:
A) He's got a girlfriend already
B) I'm so tired and not interested in doing anything about it, anyway
I did get to sleep in his futon last night, though. Not with him in it, mind.
I spent yesterday cutting my last class and hanging out with Paul instead. We went biking at Hutchinson Island, had some nicotine and beer, hung out and had dinner on the back porch. BBBJ came outside to join us a bit, and in the end, Paul and I end up going to the wildlife reserve at 2:30am-ish to watch the stars.
The moon was so bright, and there was mist all around. We heard a bird crying in the marsh a few yards away, abruptly cut off, and a terrific splash. Alligators.
Later, we were chilling on a bridge further out, and while talking I realize an adult opossum was walking our way...feet away. It got scared as soon as we noticed it and scurried back into the woods, but it was pretty cool.
Ended up crashing at BBBJ's apartment because it was too late to go home. Got my jeans and my socks and my shoes soaked so I ended up making a makeshift skirt and passing out under one of his huge jackets on the futon. For two hours, waking us up at 6:30am so I could go to work. Boy is a saint, and saints don't fall for feckless retards, I.E., myself.
Plus, I just don't want to like anyone. Don't. Can't. Too much effort. Don't want to think about it. Right now I'm so out of my skull I can't even focus on anything but work, school, and maybe trying to forget the way of life too hard.
Man, did the coffee help this morning. With daylight savings, I saw the fucking sun rise. I'm going to shower off this stink and pass out, now.
Hellboy on Saturday with my man Jeremiah the Baker. Finally going to see it!
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