My first friend to visit since I've moved is coming this weekend. God help this clinically insane excuse for a city when Jon Juarez(Mexican in pictures) and I, once again unite.
I've gotten asked "to dinner" or "hang out" by six men thus far. It's beginning to make me question my own once secure sexuality. Fuck them, they're rich, old, unattractive, and have everything in the world I'll never give a shit about. So what if I spend a while to do my hair? Once I do it, it's stays for four days. Unlike them who probably care about how they smell every second of the day. Where the hell is the Billy Idol snarled lip mohawked icon at this point in typing?
One more drink, one more hour til bed.
I've gotten asked "to dinner" or "hang out" by six men thus far. It's beginning to make me question my own once secure sexuality. Fuck them, they're rich, old, unattractive, and have everything in the world I'll never give a shit about. So what if I spend a while to do my hair? Once I do it, it's stays for four days. Unlike them who probably care about how they smell every second of the day. Where the hell is the Billy Idol snarled lip mohawked icon at this point in typing?
One more drink, one more hour til bed.
Got crazy with Bravo, the dancing Russian with more energy for rock music than the child of Bowie and Jagger...if that's possible....
I met some SGer's, thus reaffirming my belief that there are friendly and social people here willing to say i to strangers. Tiny is a laugh scholar! Kesare and Lebanese! Olive and SG!
Xaq-beat on a Sunday night.
I had an unexpected reunion with the girl I was going to move here with. Evidently I showed up right after her band played. Didn't even knew she was in a band, and she's terrified of bridges, how the hell did she get here without crossing one, and what the hell was she doing here, and what the fuck!
Half assed rant made me feel a bit better.
I'm off to explore weather.