fishnetflyboy

Last night I learned that people might look at me and immediately conclude two things: I'm neither single, nor straight. This brings up the idea that it's one thing to dress and act differently because you like it, and another to convince people that you're really just the same.

Tonight, after my annual pumpkin carving ritual, I have become really really lonely. I have jack-o'lanterns and candy, my door's open and lights on, but nobody's coming. I want to curl up with a mug of hot chocolate, but I don't have a mug. I could heat water in a pot, but that mug... damn this movingness.

Tomorrow I will get up at five for work.