Welcome to my happily ever after...
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I'm home
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. Or something like that...
It's good to be back in my own apartment where I can fart and sing and not have to worry about having someone else around me 24/7. I could never have a live-in boyfriend.
Anyways, my weekend went well. The concert kinda sucked, although there were some pretty cute straight boys there that I entertained myself by watching. The singer, who shall remain nameless out of respect, didn't really do much for me. Apparently she has a really big lesbian following although she is straight, and I ran into many lesbians from yore. In particular, I was really happy to run into a girl that I used to go dancing with right after I came out of the closet. We've known each other since we were 16. I wish I had thought to get her phone #...
The guy that I was set up with was nice. However, we had absolutely no chemistry. I mean none whatsoever. He was the type that has to always be doing something, and it exhaused me just hearing him talk about his life. For example, if I asked him what he typically does on the weekends, a typical response would have been:
HIM: "I usually go home from work on Fridays, change clothes, and get in a 10 to 15 mile run. I then go do volunteer work and feed the poor before I rebuild the engine on my car. Saturdays, I usually get up and run again because I'm training for the Boston Marathan (no shit), and that entails running approximately 20 miles. I then go have lunch with friends, get a workout in where I do both cardio and lift heavy weights. I then usually go hang out with buddies on 6th Street before dinner, and then after dinner I go dancing at one of the local gay dance clubs. Sundays I clean house, walk the dog, get in a 30 mile bike ride, and then come home and catch up on work stuff before I go to dinner with my friends. Then it's time for bed!"
Ok...and I am not kidding.
Here's my response to the same question, which again is "What do you typically do on the weekend?"
ME: "Well, I usually come home from work on Friday, type a diary entry, and then nap for a couple of hours. I then roll over and go get Wendy's, come home and eat, and look at porn. Saturday, I get up, watch TV for three to hour hours before I get dressed, go the dollar store to look for bargains, then come home and nap. I then eat dinner, watch HGTV, look at some more porn, then go to sleep. For Sunday, just I do the same thing as Saturday except I might take a bubble bath and sleep more."
Sad.
6:44 p.m. - 2002-03-10
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