Small City Life
May. 30th, 2004 02:13 amMan it sucks that everyone in Hamilton can be so patently boring without even noticing. Even the least uninteresting of my friends have fallen prey to The Boy/Girlfriend Disease to which the only cure is pre-occupation of yourself as well. I am of course just seethingly, glowingly jealous and lonely and destitute and oh I just might cry you a river.
But instead I will just thin out the garden with Mom, cook some homemade soup, bake some banana bread and mix some jazzy house records (hint: Fluid Ounce is still your friend) in attempt to shake my ennui. I'm here in hopes that maybe people will figure out that hanging around the same person in all your free time is really fucking boring. That weekends are meant for hanging out with your cool gay friends AND your present lover. But this is just me being a subversive homosexualist trying to undermine the institution of marriage by suggesting that people of all sexualities seek out meaningful relationships of many capacities in their lives.
But instead I will just thin out the garden with Mom, cook some homemade soup, bake some banana bread and mix some jazzy house records (hint: Fluid Ounce is still your friend) in attempt to shake my ennui. I'm here in hopes that maybe people will figure out that hanging around the same person in all your free time is really fucking boring. That weekends are meant for hanging out with your cool gay friends AND your present lover. But this is just me being a subversive homosexualist trying to undermine the institution of marriage by suggesting that people of all sexualities seek out meaningful relationships of many capacities in their lives.