Reality ] 3/3/06
No cute pictures today. No wonderful stories. Just me. Home at 11:00 on a Friday night. Being Good. It gets old. I want to do something crazy. I want to get lost. I want to check out. I want to escape. I want to taste indulgence. I almost stepped in it walking home from the metro after my meeting. Overindulgence with a little rice, on the brick sidewalk. I think I saw the same girl who made the mess being steered across the street by her boyfriend a few blocks earlier.
I haven't been inspired to write anything for nearly a month. Because there's nothing sensational to write. Just another day. Some good, some shitty. I had dinner with a friend tonight who was telling his recent stories of being on manhunt with his guilt-free open relationship boyfriend. Of finding himself with tricks on balconies. Of breaking in 20 year old virgins. All told with unfettered cheer.
I feel so goddamn boring.
It feels good to tell someone.
Oh, and the olympics are over. Apolo is hot.
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