Archive For The “my life is a funny place” Category
I guess I’m in a bit of a funk right now. Blame it on me being out of the city, but you know, shit is just wearing me down. Maybe it’s my softer side coming out, or maybe it’s just that I’ve hit my breaking point. As I mentioned in a Facebook status earlier today, [...]
One year ago today, I decided to invite over an acquaintance to my (then) house. Over the next three months, we began seeing one another with increasing frequency, and on January 13th, to be exact, we began officially dating. But since it’s us, we’ve opted to celebrate the “fun” anniversary and (maybe) the sappy anniversary. [...]
This afternoon, we drove out to West Chester to run some errands and saw a few dozen horses, about 4 cows, and a beaver. Every single animal made me cry like a big idiot because they’re so cute. Moments like this make me hate my other half. Up until him, I had a cold, blackened [...]
Is that it started out with me shouting “get me Jesus! No, really, I know him and I need you to get him over here” and ended with hearing a story about a young closet case getting outed by a stoned and drunk Stevie Nicks. Sometimes my life is such an interesting place.
I did a quick Google search a few minutes ago and learned that we were lucky enough to register on Jill Stanek’s radar. We also got an entire post dedicated to us over at Life Advocates. As immature as it might be, I’m very tempted to pop over to both blogs and thank them for [...]
Thanks to New Boyfriend, I am in the possession of an autographed ticket stub from Jello Biafra and we managed to exchange several sentences of small talk without me vomiting. Awesome Friday night, e-friends, awesome Friday night. <3<3<3<3
Since the beginning of April, every place I have lived involves jiggling the key to get in the front door. There has GOT to be some bizarro symbolism involved in that.
Within 48 (?) hours of my last post, “Gay Best Friend” had a mini-breakdown and decided to throw us (New Boyfriend and me) out of the apartment. This, of course, is after two months of bleeding my checking account dry. This, of course, is also after several apartment hunting trips in which the three of [...]
