penelopelee

i don't feel all relationshipy and weird, because it's kinda like we've been dating for years anyway. it's nice. having so much in common is nice. dangerous, but nice.

we had lunch with my mom and she talked about how cute he was on the way home.

i'm dreading going back to pittsburgh, to my mind-numbing jobs. to NO DANCE PARTIES EVER. no pretty trannies to feel up on stage. no copious amounts of drugs either, but my brain needs to rest. my vision is jumpy.

i have one friend in pittsburgh, and we have nothing in common. not only that, but i suspect he's completely insane. it makes me sad, because i can't help wanting him to be okay. alas, our respective "okays" are so totally different that it's grating for me to talk to him. he was telling me he ruined our relationship and i was thinking he was sleeping with some other girl, but then he sent me some long email about "black magick" and it's like, i don't even want to KNOW. i just don't have the patience for it. bah.

i just can't wait to get back to nyc, to my friends who i love more than anything. to my family who might actually need me around for once, instead of wanting to get rid of me.

long mushy entry. god, i'm too sober. i'm not used to it.

tomorrow i'll have superhot pictures for y'all after i get them off my camera.