quasi moto homo bunny love
so yea. This new friend. Hanging out with him makes me feel a little less meat-like in terms of the usual come ons and chilling experiences I have encountered in my life…Most of the time, I’ll hang out with someone and they spend the majority of the time pawing, haphazard attempts at jumping in my pants, or just staring like assholes while I speak. Boring. This one, strangely enough, would probably not horrify my parents either. Professors. Kind of a sick little fantasy in that. He’s quiet. He and I argued the relevance of hollywood movies and whether or not we should be disappointed in what they offer us in endings. We saw road to perdition. He was disappointed. I felt like there was no point in being disappointed by hollywood because the standards have been levelled and decimated from years of hokey middle american white bread endings. So my whole methods of judgement are whacked out. He still has hope I guess. So strange the combination of us, arguing our shit in union pool last night, perched on picnic tables. me on jack he on some whacked out beer and bushmills. The point is, one who has not seen the godfather trilogy cannot. he isn’t allowed to have an opinion. a joke of course but whatever.
New attitudes have come swirling around me. Which explains the new good friends I have absorbed in recent weeks. I feel like all this bullshit negativity dark cloud stuff is on the outs. I have all these stories swirling around in my head. I need to utilize my internet time more efficiently to write it out. And my clothing designs need to be completed. Paintings too. School has to be my new focus. Working twice a week will allow me to do that.
watching homo oprah, francis and I decided. is sometimes fun.
