Must.

Go to sleep.

Before I kill all these stupid fake-ass fags on MySpace and DList fall asleep at the computer.

Being vegan is so fucking pretentious.

Too good for cheese?

Cheese is my god.

Fuck everyone, I need my Brie.

I’m browsing profiles on Dlist, and either the guys are too trendy or not trendy enough. I’m seriously going to be alone for EVER. Well, at least until the adorable Patrick makes his arrival. I’m blasting Deepest Blue, ATB, and ascii disko on headphones. And, um, I’m pretty bored. I should have stayed at Christen’s, but for once I had transportation so I was damn well going to go home. Meh, today was the day of bad ideas.

Well, we survived this group of people at the clinic that Rosemary (Christen) went to because she was sick…and there were all these SCUMMY people there for an NA meeting…god. I just wanted to scream and run out of the place…everybody was talking about tina. It was creepy.

I looked really hot though…in a white collar shirt with a black blazer and tan khakis. God, I’m becoming more and more trendy…I can’t help it *does a turning into the Hulk impersonation* I guess it was inevitable.

I’m feeling SO nostalgic and lonely lately…I had to go back on Adrian turf today to get gas OH MY GOD guess how much it cost to fill up my tank with premium gas? Guess.

$2.86.

I freaked out. But yeah, there was a lot of driving around the Carmichael area and I was SURE I’d see Adrian. I’ve been feeling that nagging feeling to like, iron things out and have everything not be crazy, but it will never be fine. He’s just not a rational person. At all. There’s a reason he has no friends in the real world and lives with his parents.

All right, it’s not for me to judge. I just really miss him. I just really miss anyone I could be with. On days like these, even the immense weight of our total incompatibility just seems inert next to the thought of holding him (or anyone, really).

Okay, must not blog when feeling maudlin. I’m going to go now.