traumatized

Words of an Okie:

So Roomie and I shared a mental breakdown yesterday. Every Wed. we have movie night with Marc and Marla (but she ditched us, damn her). Last time we chose Boondock Saints but Marc hated it because he has no taste even though he is a film major. So last night he chose Igby Goes Down. It was a brilliant movie, too brilliant.

It brought up some deep issues for both Kristin and I. So we ended up wandering around Evanston at 3 am trying to find someplace open to buy cigarettes and then watching Sleepy Hollow because we still couldn't sleep. I finally leveled out after talking to Jonny. He always says exactly what I need to hear to calm me down and make me think rationally. All my love to him. I think I actually talked him into getting a SG membership, I shared with him my love of pinups and lovely ladies. He's actually the first guy who hasn't had a problem with my sexuality. I love it all and so does he. And he doesn't make me feel guilty about it. Now if I could just get a cigarette today would be a lot better Kristin the Okie