Oh Cuba, I realized a bit ago something about what I don’t want from you. It made me sad: am I a whore or just horrible? A few hours after BRG posted on my FB and I almost started crying. Wilco Tango Foxtrot was up with that? Crying is not among my skillsets. Tears are ananthema as is unwarranted emotional displays! I chose to blame the run I had to abort early last night due to the nearly pooping myself in combination with the pita place not serving red bull and me having to get a Nos. I hate settling.
Tonight we’ll go to Starbucks and write quietly, perched at the counter, trying not to be too obvious in that bothersome lesbian way while I check out all women age 1618 – 58.
Followed up with some gymery, and if I’m still feeling like an emotional black hole I may go for another run. No hot (AND: gay or bi-curious) women at my gym which is a boxing gym aka – where da dykes at? (The hot ones, not you thick girl(s) who would gang-up and give me the beating I thoroughly metaphysically deserve if they ever read this). For serious.
ON THE FANTASTISH UPSIDE: I’m feeling very inspired for my haircut next month. Friday I’m dying my hair orange and trying to put black stripes in it so i can be a tiger! while on vacation. 
When I get back I have a hair appointment to fix the damage before I go back to work. With my cute, stylish, waifish, dyke stylist. I found the one! in my hometown. Don’t ever leave me. I need you! Maybe going to go jet black. I am fair skinned with light eyebrows and my hair grows quickly. It’s gonna be a mess. I will love it. It’s not that I’m an attention whore (LIES LIES LIES) it’s that I have a demanding need for change and stimulation and pushing the fashion envelope in my own warped way.
Have a St. Patty’s day party waiting for me after that (BRG and FuckingThatGuy will be there yay!). I have a green Irish top hat with an orange beard attached. Have decided I will draw in a beard with an orange sharpie under that. BRG loves my quirk. I’m not doing it to impress her, it just works out that stuff I do to entertain myself impresses her. I need to do some serious random hooking up while I’m left coasting it next week. Contaminate my soul a bit and burn the love out.
Also, take the laptop or leave it? It’s so useful for…things, but being disconnected from the EVILS of Facebook and Project Awesome would probably be really good for me. Torn. (Meant to blog about talking to girls about being fresh out da closet and sex, but I got sidetracked by BRG trying to figure out how to re-whatever our friendship less than a week after dumping me…)
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