Welcome to my happily ever after...
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sheer heaven
I'm in a strange mood today. I thought that going to work out on lunch might give me an endorphin rush or something, however I just fall even deeper into my funk as the afternoon wears on. I'm not sure what my problem is. Heavy flow day or something I guess.
I am looking forward to seeing Seth this weekend in Austin. It's a shame that it's going to be Splash weekend and fags abounding everywhere we look, but quite frankly, getting out of town to get some perspective about my life will do me some good. I haven't gone anywhere since I went to Dallas in May with Carlos.
Carlos. He's not going to Austin this weekend because his new job has him working on Sundays. Can I even begin to tell you how excited I am to go do ANYTHING without him? We are so joined at the hip that I honestly can't even begin to fathom the last time I did something alone. Does that make me a bad boyfriend?
You know, something has been troubling me for a few days now, and I can't seem to put my finger on what it is. Carlos told me that I've been talking in my sleep the last couple of nights, and I find myself waking up and feeling as if I'm frustrated because I'm trying to figure something out and can't.
Changing the subject, I have been a bit down on diaryland as of late. I have been emailing with a new friend of mine that lives here in Houston, and he asked if he should consider other blog sites like blogspot. I sang the praises of diaryland saying that it's such a great way to keep in touch with everyone. That's the thing though...I don't really stay in touch with many folks, and particularly not the ones that I've known for so long on here. It seems like every time I start emailing back and forth with someone on here, things somehow take a strange turn and things go sour for some reason or another. It's so strange. And if you are reading this and say "HEY! I email with Jonathan all the time!", I'm not talking about you. The folks I'm referring to don't read my diary anymore.
To change the subject again, school started again yesterday, and now I have the house to myself for a while again when I go home from work. It is absolute heaven I tell you all. Carlos has a definite presence when he is home, and the last three months with no classes, he's been there waiting when I get home from work. I hardly knew what to do with myself when I got home yesterday. It didn't take me long to figure it out though. I popped in a porn that one of Carlos' friends gave him, jerked off, took a hot bath, cooked dinner, and watched about 5 hours worth of TV. Sheer heaven.
2:29 p.m. - 2003-08-26
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