Drunken thoughts at 3:14am Saturday morning

Went out to dinner with a friend tonight and found I was talking mostly about the past several relationships I’ve been into. Dan, Kevin and the current. I probably came off a little boring and self absorbed, but that’s because lately I have been a little boring and self absorbed. Lots of things swirling around in my noggin and I’m trying to make sense of it all: Life, Love & the Little things that get me down.

Life: What am I going to be doing in the next few months? I have a number of things that I’d like to do. I have some t-shirt ideas I want to bring to fruition before Southern Decadance. I would like to get back into school, any school, any class. I would like to visit alberto in D.C. I would like to learn to skateboard, having been a poseur in highschool but too afraid then to actually try it with any consistency. I would like to find a second job that I enjoy that actually pays me.

Love: This is a confusing one for me. Do I listen to the people that say I’m delusional and chasing a dream or follow my heart that says good things come to those who wait?

I cried tonight on the way home from the quarter; had to stop at the corner of Burgundy and Esplanade to wipe the rings from the streetlights. It’s been a while since that happened.

Little things that get me down: I almost got doored the other night and the woman called me a fucking asshole for riding in the street; she almost killed me and I’m the asshole. Someone called me a fucking faggot a little while ago. I assume because I was sitting on the curb wiping tears from my eyes. Straight people don’t cry, you see.

How incredibly emo of me.

Lydia just put her head on my keyboard and started to purr; I’m feeling better already.

Just wish I could hug more than a cat tonight.

PS: Read this quick. I’ll probably see this post tomorrow and delete it.