I got feeling crappy at work today, which forced me to miss the company's Pride Meet & Greet. I know I would have made a terrible impression, as I was sick and grumpy, but I'm crushed that I missed it. It's particularly frustrating, as I'd been looking forward to the event for weeks and only felt really awful for an hour or so before and after it. When I tentatively said I'd show up for it, I didn't really think about the implications, but it occured to me today that it is the first time in my life that I've ever said, "Yes, please, sir...sign me up and add my name to the list for the GAAAAAY club!" I was nervous all day and even dressed up for work just in case there happened to be pretty girls (but mostlly so that I'd be wearing at least as much make-up as the guys), so not being able to make it was somewhat anti-climactic.
I've been busy with work lately, which is a dilemma that can be entirely summed up in hipster-speak: The man has been getting me down. I fear that I am becoming unduly square. I get frustrated and lose my cool. I'm hip. But dig.
Mercifully, all is not lost, as I have been schooled in the ways of making a mighty risotto.
I have bought and paid for (by which I mean 'arranged to owe for') a shiny new scooter. With any luck, I'll be picking it up tomorrow. I haven't been this excited since I found my g-spot.
The colour is called "Billy Ocean Blue". Soon, I will ride around on it and all will be good. The sun will be shining, there will be gelato, and I will be bombing around on my hot little blue scooter, inspiring awe and envy throughout the land.
Sunday night was the elusive kind of happy: having beers with a friend while listening to a premium, white-trash rockabilly jam, cooking a damn good dinner together and standing out on the balcony watching a fireworks competition across the field, breathless and awestruck. Simple things like this are hard to plan; when things are this lovely, it's always a surprise.
I feel unfulfilled and restless lately, as though I will never have enough time to do the things I love...but for once, I can recognize it as a sign that I must be doing something right. Without that feeling, there is nothing to pull us forward through life.
I've been busy with work lately, which is a dilemma that can be entirely summed up in hipster-speak: The man has been getting me down. I fear that I am becoming unduly square. I get frustrated and lose my cool. I'm hip. But dig.
Mercifully, all is not lost, as I have been schooled in the ways of making a mighty risotto.
I have bought and paid for (by which I mean 'arranged to owe for') a shiny new scooter. With any luck, I'll be picking it up tomorrow. I haven't been this excited since I found my g-spot.
The colour is called "Billy Ocean Blue". Soon, I will ride around on it and all will be good. The sun will be shining, there will be gelato, and I will be bombing around on my hot little blue scooter, inspiring awe and envy throughout the land.
Sunday night was the elusive kind of happy: having beers with a friend while listening to a premium, white-trash rockabilly jam, cooking a damn good dinner together and standing out on the balcony watching a fireworks competition across the field, breathless and awestruck. Simple things like this are hard to plan; when things are this lovely, it's always a surprise.
I feel unfulfilled and restless lately, as though I will never have enough time to do the things I love...but for once, I can recognize it as a sign that I must be doing something right. Without that feeling, there is nothing to pull us forward through life.
jody:
I love scooters! And the gelato sounds like a good plan, too.
