First and foremost, Christopher, if you must know, Lionboy is extremely gay. I'm talking paid actor who smokes only American Spirits and always has a Lady Gaga cd in his car gay. I adore him.
And Ant, my iPod loves you. Just thought you should know.
Anyway.
I love driving on the highway. I used to be terrified of it, but now I find it one of the most relaxing things in the world.
I've been doing a lot of driving this weekend, and I've discovered that certain genres and songs are better for certain settings. I have this weird thing with driving where I have to be listening to music at all times because it makes my life feel like a movie. Is that weird?
I'm burning through way too much gas though. If it didn't cost so much to fill up the tank, it'd wouldn't be an issue; but since the US has decided to be a dick to all the oil-supplying countries of the middle east, I have to unload my entire wallet into my gas tank every time I fill up. It's great.
On a completely random note, I've really been digging the song The Man Who Sold The World by Nirvana lately. I listened to it like 3 times in a row while driving home from my buddy's house tonight. I love the guitar in it, plus Kurt Cobain has the voice of a grunge rock heroine-addicted angel. Oh how I love him.
This has been a very odd few days for me. Aside form grappling with my lack of faith in a religion which I am openly proud of and having to talk a buddy down from suicide multiple times in the past few days (yeah, that's a fun story for another day), I'm dealing with several guys who have all decided that I am suddenly worth their while. It's throwing me off to be suddenly in-demand again.
It's always like this, either I am practically invisible to the male persuasion, or I have a pack of boys all vying for my attention at the same time. Never in between, never just one guy. It's always a ton or none. What's really making me smile is this constant pattern of guys showing interest when I am physically and emotionally preoccupied and then falling off the grid when I have the time and energy for anything more than just casual sex (which I'm beginning to get bored of, one night stands can only ever be so exciting..)
My love life is so ironic.
Actually, my entire life has been fairly ironic lately. It's like, dramatic irony, though, so I never know that something's up, but everyone else sees what's going to happen, then it does and they laugh and move on and I'm stuck wondering why no one was nice enough to tell me that shit was going to hit the fan or whatever.
Gah.
Julia
Well, look at it this way: at least you didn't kill your mom and procreate with your dad. That would be some messed up dramatic irony.
ReplyDeleteLuckily (or unluckily?) I don't drive, so I don't have to worry about paying for gas or whatnot.
Life's funny. Great opportunities always seem to come around at the most inopportune times.
As for participating in Hanukkah, if I didn't live in Texas I might actually take you up on that offer.