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My jeans today aren't that tight but my package looks a little obscene when sitting down. I do have a lunch date, so perhaps it's a bonus. This guy is the only one to write me back from the Nerve ads (so far) and he seems rather laidback and interesting, which is good. I'm just not really in a dating mindset. Frankly I'm so obsessed with myself right now, no one could be as interesting as me. Alright I'm not quite that bad. It's a lunch date with few expectations (or even interest), so it might surprise me and turn out well or it might just be a one-time lunch at a diner with a stranger which I seem to have a history of collecting. If they asked me, I could write a book. (About the way you walk and whisper and look....)
Speaking of breaking into song, my morning walk to the train was made amazing by blue skies and sunshine and the sounds of April, sometimes known as Ghostface Killah. I'm going to be a strange 40 year old man who embarasses my child by listening to my "old music" in the car and singing along to Supreme Clientale. But that's okay, because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thebrownhornet will be doing it too.
I don't really know what to say about last night's murder mystery party other than it was a lot of fun and really really gay and not because it was being played by a bunch of queers -- the game itself was super-gay even though it was not marketed that way. I wonder if the game designers were a bunch of homos who decided to be subversive and funny.
Almost every morning this week I've woken up before the alarm. Actually last week too, and maybe the week before. Hell, Tuesday night I took a step further to test myself out and didn't even set an alarm but still woke up. But today was the first time I actually got up, rather allowing myself to doze back and then be jolted by the noise. Instead I just got up at 7:15 and did my morning writing and some e-mail and music prep for tonight's DJ gig, then turned on the coffee pot and crawled under the covers for a few more minutes of snuggling and cuddling. Then I got up, watched some porn, hopped in the shower and got dressed. I think I like this new morning ritual. Of course, I'm yawning now and could fall right back asleep. I'm all about the mid-morning nap. When I start making my own hours, I know I'll probably get up early every day to do random work for two hours, then go back to sleep for awhile at 10 o'clock. What am I, an infant?
Talking about sleep doesn't make me less sleepy. This is a prototype entry, the real one might come later.
( click here for the monthly astrological forecast for Cancer, courtesy of AstrologyZone )
Speaking of breaking into song, my morning walk to the train was made amazing by blue skies and sunshine and the sounds of April, sometimes known as Ghostface Killah. I'm going to be a strange 40 year old man who embarasses my child by listening to my "old music" in the car and singing along to Supreme Clientale. But that's okay, because
thebrownhornet will be doing it too. I don't really know what to say about last night's murder mystery party other than it was a lot of fun and really really gay and not because it was being played by a bunch of queers -- the game itself was super-gay even though it was not marketed that way. I wonder if the game designers were a bunch of homos who decided to be subversive and funny.
Almost every morning this week I've woken up before the alarm. Actually last week too, and maybe the week before. Hell, Tuesday night I took a step further to test myself out and didn't even set an alarm but still woke up. But today was the first time I actually got up, rather allowing myself to doze back and then be jolted by the noise. Instead I just got up at 7:15 and did my morning writing and some e-mail and music prep for tonight's DJ gig, then turned on the coffee pot and crawled under the covers for a few more minutes of snuggling and cuddling. Then I got up, watched some porn, hopped in the shower and got dressed. I think I like this new morning ritual. Of course, I'm yawning now and could fall right back asleep. I'm all about the mid-morning nap. When I start making my own hours, I know I'll probably get up early every day to do random work for two hours, then go back to sleep for awhile at 10 o'clock. What am I, an infant?
Talking about sleep doesn't make me less sleepy. This is a prototype entry, the real one might come later.
( click here for the monthly astrological forecast for Cancer, courtesy of AstrologyZone )
