monroe

In theory, you would think that when two people love each other it would be the most uncomplicated, untroubled, happy, wonderful thing. You would think. There's some serious, serious shit going down right now. Stressing. Me. Out. And a lot of it deals with something that happened about a month ago:

You guys know before my family does

We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms
We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars
Tried to get by on bread and water
Craving blood poured from the alter now
Not much left to do but drown
In flames of miscommunication, down
Then out and off in search of someone proud
To translate what we truly dream about
As we lay in this bed thinking out loud
I'm screaming uncle, mercy me
And my broken telepathy
For I'm left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank
West Memphis, please
I'm begging you to stop praying for me

I am a gay. I know.

I'm getting out of Pittsburgh for the weekend, which I think will be good for my stress level. I'm going to Ohio to visit one of my favorite people of all time.....and I'm driving there. So if you value your life, and you live in the states of Pennsylvania or Ohio, you should probably stay off the road. Um, I mean...I'm an excellent driver.

I inhale books. Now, with less schoolwork and more work going on, I average about 2.5 books a week. (I am a super fast reader, plus I have lots of reading time at work) Right now I'm reading The Omnivore's Dilemma, which is super interesting so far. It's disturbing though, and it makes me want to start up my own little farm, as much of a city girl as I am. Seriously. Someday I think I might be into it. I'm a big fan of cruelty and cancer-free meals, and that's definitely a way to ensure them. I was talking about this with one of my friends from work and he was like "Oh I can totally see you as Eva Gabor's character in Green Acres"

Ha! The ironic thing about him saying that is that it directly relates to the first topic of discussion.

Ahh what the fuck. Bedtime.

Love,
Monroe