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Oh, life.
Joey and i have been living together for like.. 8 months now. We just finally got the internet. Things have certainly been intersting. Nothing too spectacular.
Since i last wrote, i got kicked out of my mom's and crashed in my dad's bedroom above a bar for a few weeks. For real, a bedroom. That's where he lived. There were like seven 12'X10' bedrooms equipped with bathrooms, all lined up, connected by a porch. All this, above a shithole bar in my home town called "The Fisherman's Quarters", yet referred to by the locals as "The Dirty Fish". it was just lovely. I got to sleep on my blanket on the floor next to his bed. Fun fun.
Fortunately, just as my dad was being evicted, Joey and i found this place. it's rough, we share a bed and all, but it beats the alternative.
Actually, the past couple days have been pretty great. I've been so attracted to him, lately. And i guess i'm not smothering or anything.
Today, i was talking to Camelia, and i realized how much my tastes have changed. I used to love the tall, blue eyed, big, muscular, even chubby guys. Yet, when i think of how sexy Joey feels in my arms, i can't imagine holding anyone like that anymore. Honestly, talking about it makes me want to fall asleep next to him right now. I only wish that his shirt was off so i could feel his skin. I hope he knows that he's beautiful.
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