I ended up staying in and finishing The Great Gatsby and listening to Pleasure Forever's Alter. And like OMFG why didn't anyone tell me that it was so depressing? Geez. I had to like, start reading Kept Boy in order to feel cozy enough to get to sleep.
Every morning when I drive to work and see the Olympics, I just want to screech. And then at work from my window, I can see the Cascades.
Heh, one of my coworkers just got asked out by one of the paralegals at a law firm. And she said yes? Crazy. I get in late and miss these shenanigans.
When I was growing up and in college and such, there were no metrosexuals, just straight boys in denial, so I don't really know what to think about it. I used to be a pretty serious fag hag and like, fall in love with gay boys, though, so I suppose this development is not really detrimental for me.
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did you notice all the symbolism?
there is a resturant in newbury street in boston thats named
Diasy buchanan
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