gayballs

Last night I dreamt that I had a couple of gay neighbors who one day knocked on my door. When I opened it they handed me a note: "We've seen you around and were wondering if you'd like to play with us. We could have fun."

I'm not gay, but I considered it, just for the whole being-fucked-by-people-who-really-wanna-fuck-you aspect of it.
Which tells me one thing: I am thoroughly, thoroughly, fucked up.





I feel like leaving. Everything. All of you, (nothing personal, i just hate myself for checking this site what... 48 times so far today?) all of this, my house, my life, my work, everything. I feel like going Into the Wild or something. Leaving behind all of the sin and all of the regret.
Thoreau style. Only as the ultimate act of selfishness-- not as a matter of protest.

Is "dreamt" not a word? My spellchecker keeps picking it up.