my life
My life seems to be going pretty well right now.
Just in case you were wondering.
I had a major case of the blues from Sunday through yesterday, but I guess that's to be expected, what with my normal manic-depressiveness and Denver's never-ending, snow-filled winter. Seriously – I know winter is supposed to be cold and snowy and just a general pain in the ass, but this is getting goddamn fucking ridiculous. It snows every weekend. EVERY WEEKEND. Bitches.
I'd like to tell you all that I'm dating the art teacher, but I haven't actually seen him since New Year's Eve day. And I don't think that really constitutes the typical definition of dating. Plus, we've never spent quality time together outside of the bar or my bed. Hmmm - I guess in a way, that is my typical definition of dating.
Yesterday I left work a little early to go to the gym and clean my apartment, and after showering and having a couple of bowls of cereal I sat down on the couch with a glass of wine to enjoy a nice, cozy evening at home with Grey's Anatomy. But then I got a random text message from a guy I've met a couple of times. He's a friend of a friend. I had forgotten I gave him my number a few weeks back - he lives in my neighborhood and we once drunkenly agreed that we should get together sometime at our friendly neighborhood bar for a beer. So we met at 9:00 and had some beers (and some tequila for me) and I decided to invite him back to my place, since it was just across the street and all. He was being really cute and shy, which works really well for him because he's also quite manly and muscle-y and the combo is fierce. His forearms are BURLY. I was just eating it up. Oh – and get this: he works for some mysterious government agency and he had to keep all details about his job very vague or else he'd have to kill me. HOT! SO eating it up.
I couldn't help but jump his bones. And it was good. I mean really good. Like, I can't stop thinking about him today good. Like, it isn't bothering me at all that I only got a little over three hours sleep good. Like, I sound like a fucking Yoplait commercial and I really couldn't care less good.
Thinking back on our conversation I do seem to remember him saying he's a Republican. Whatev. Who gives a shit about politics when the sex is amazing and the forearms are burly?
Oh – here's a funny, yet painful, side story. When I was getting ready to go meet him I walked right into my bed frame. You know, right into that supporting part with the wheel? MOTHERFUCKER. I swear I broke my poor middle toe. I started jumping around and screaming and carrying on, but I didn't have time to dwell on it because I was running late. So after me and C. did our thing and right after he left I happened to look at my foot and my toes were all bloody. Isn't that disgusting? I'm deformed.
One time I slept with a guy who obviously hadn't cut his toenails in about seventeen years and while we were having sex he slashed my foot with his big toe – only I didn't realize what had happened at first and my foot bled all over his expensive sheets. And then he had the nerve to get pissy with me about it. Freaky-ass long-toenail boy!
Anyway, work is absolutely crazy right now. Actually, it's been this way for months. It seems like I've always got at least ten to twenty projects swirling around. Coordinating everything has become such a bitch. Especially on sleepy days like today.
Hey – I guess the economy, at least in Denver, must really be improving. It has to be if everyone is building and remodeling.
I got the freakiest call from my mom last Friday. She had that bad news tone in her voice (god I hate that tone), and she told me that poor little Hailey had pneumonia in both lungs and she was most likely going to have to be flown to Sioux Falls. I totally fucking panicked and couldn't bring myself to work or sleep or socialize in any way and kept calling my sister over and over and over. I just can't handle worrying like that. There's no way I can ever, EVER have a kid. Uh-uh. No way. Not if I want to stay sane.
Everything turned out OK, though. By Saturday she was already doing much better on antibiotics and nebulizer treatments and didn't have to fly out after all. Thank god. I love that kid so much. She's such a little trooper.
In just a little over a week I'm going to Vegas! Me and six of my closest gay buds. I've never been to Vegas before.
Gee - I sure hope there aren't going to be any negative influences or ways to get into trouble there...
Maybe I can find a chick who wants to get married! Quickie Vegas marriage – yeah! My mother would be so happy…
Just in case you were wondering.
I had a major case of the blues from Sunday through yesterday, but I guess that's to be expected, what with my normal manic-depressiveness and Denver's never-ending, snow-filled winter. Seriously – I know winter is supposed to be cold and snowy and just a general pain in the ass, but this is getting goddamn fucking ridiculous. It snows every weekend. EVERY WEEKEND. Bitches.
I'd like to tell you all that I'm dating the art teacher, but I haven't actually seen him since New Year's Eve day. And I don't think that really constitutes the typical definition of dating. Plus, we've never spent quality time together outside of the bar or my bed. Hmmm - I guess in a way, that is my typical definition of dating.
Yesterday I left work a little early to go to the gym and clean my apartment, and after showering and having a couple of bowls of cereal I sat down on the couch with a glass of wine to enjoy a nice, cozy evening at home with Grey's Anatomy. But then I got a random text message from a guy I've met a couple of times. He's a friend of a friend. I had forgotten I gave him my number a few weeks back - he lives in my neighborhood and we once drunkenly agreed that we should get together sometime at our friendly neighborhood bar for a beer. So we met at 9:00 and had some beers (and some tequila for me) and I decided to invite him back to my place, since it was just across the street and all. He was being really cute and shy, which works really well for him because he's also quite manly and muscle-y and the combo is fierce. His forearms are BURLY. I was just eating it up. Oh – and get this: he works for some mysterious government agency and he had to keep all details about his job very vague or else he'd have to kill me. HOT! SO eating it up.
I couldn't help but jump his bones. And it was good. I mean really good. Like, I can't stop thinking about him today good. Like, it isn't bothering me at all that I only got a little over three hours sleep good. Like, I sound like a fucking Yoplait commercial and I really couldn't care less good.
Thinking back on our conversation I do seem to remember him saying he's a Republican. Whatev. Who gives a shit about politics when the sex is amazing and the forearms are burly?
Oh – here's a funny, yet painful, side story. When I was getting ready to go meet him I walked right into my bed frame. You know, right into that supporting part with the wheel? MOTHERFUCKER. I swear I broke my poor middle toe. I started jumping around and screaming and carrying on, but I didn't have time to dwell on it because I was running late. So after me and C. did our thing and right after he left I happened to look at my foot and my toes were all bloody. Isn't that disgusting? I'm deformed.
One time I slept with a guy who obviously hadn't cut his toenails in about seventeen years and while we were having sex he slashed my foot with his big toe – only I didn't realize what had happened at first and my foot bled all over his expensive sheets. And then he had the nerve to get pissy with me about it. Freaky-ass long-toenail boy!
Anyway, work is absolutely crazy right now. Actually, it's been this way for months. It seems like I've always got at least ten to twenty projects swirling around. Coordinating everything has become such a bitch. Especially on sleepy days like today.
Hey – I guess the economy, at least in Denver, must really be improving. It has to be if everyone is building and remodeling.
I got the freakiest call from my mom last Friday. She had that bad news tone in her voice (god I hate that tone), and she told me that poor little Hailey had pneumonia in both lungs and she was most likely going to have to be flown to Sioux Falls. I totally fucking panicked and couldn't bring myself to work or sleep or socialize in any way and kept calling my sister over and over and over. I just can't handle worrying like that. There's no way I can ever, EVER have a kid. Uh-uh. No way. Not if I want to stay sane.
Everything turned out OK, though. By Saturday she was already doing much better on antibiotics and nebulizer treatments and didn't have to fly out after all. Thank god. I love that kid so much. She's such a little trooper.
In just a little over a week I'm going to Vegas! Me and six of my closest gay buds. I've never been to Vegas before.
Gee - I sure hope there aren't going to be any negative influences or ways to get into trouble there...
Maybe I can find a chick who wants to get married! Quickie Vegas marriage – yeah! My mother would be so happy…
posted by denverco at 12:04 PM
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