Tag: my life

philosopherking1887:

I slept with a 22-year-old guy last night (amusing details about how we met might happen later) and now my entire body is sore and I’m still kind of hungover and I did not sleep well last night because I’m not used to having another human in my bed.

I think I’m ready to go another 9 months without sex because it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

Ugh I still feel nauseous and I don’t know whether it’s the hangover or something I ate or just feeling really weird about this whole thing. I met this guy about a week ago and I’m moving in less than a week and I really hope I haven’t created any expectations because this is going exactly nowhere.

I slept with a 22-year-old guy last night (amusing details about how we met might happen later) and now my entire body is sore and I’m still kind of hungover and I did not sleep well last night because I’m not used to having another human in my bed.

I think I’m ready to go another 9 months without sex because it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

Gaaahhhh I need to make a decision about hiring a moving company by the end of business today (like, in the next hour), but e-mailing and calling to ask questions and even just thinking about this stuff stresses me out SO FREAKING MUCH.

Thought I might get a round 2 with the guy I slept with at Thanksgiving, since we’re both in Seattle again for a wedding, but alas, he has a girlfriend now. (Once again, we are not actually related. He’s the stepson of the brother of my parents’ friend from college.)

philosopherking1887:

I’m sorry I’ve been so delinquent about updating fics lately. I’ve had sources of stress coming at me from all directions and I’ve been feeling constantly tired… more than usual, I think. Brain-tired. I’m working on things, but slowly and with a lot of interruptions.

I’m flying again today. Will I work on fic? Will I read the book I’m supposed to review (by the end of the month, LOL)? Will I get drunk and just sleep on the plane? Nobody knows.

philosopherking1887:

I’ve been staying in the gaybourhood (that’s how you spell it because it’s Canada) of my soon-to-be hometown, and I might end up renting an apartment in this area. Maybe that will give me an opportunity to explore my increasing gayness.

Pride festivities this weekend have involved quite a few older men walking around naked. It’s been an experience.

Didn’t end up renting in the gaybourhood; instead I seem to be in the Old Jewbourhood. Probably won’t find a girlfriend in the area, but I might find a substitute grandma…

I’ve been staying in the gaybourhood (that’s how you spell it because it’s Canada) of my soon-to-be hometown, and I might end up renting an apartment in this area. Maybe that will give me an opportunity to explore my increasing gayness.

Pride festivities this weekend have involved quite a few older men walking around naked. It’s been an experience.

philosopherking1887:

This is the first time since Friday night that I haven’t had relatives in my house. It’s glorious. Unfortunately, though, I’m too tired to get anything written. I’ll probably just go to bed at 10:30 like the elderly person I secretly am.

Now the last of the visiting relatives have left for the airport and are out of my hair… at least until my mom starts calling to harass me about the Canadian work permit application and booking a trip to look at apartments, which she will almost certainly do tomorrow.

This is the first time since Friday night that I haven’t had relatives in my house. It’s glorious. Unfortunately, though, I’m too tired to get anything written. I’ll probably just go to bed at 10:30 like the elderly person I secretly am.

An attractive woman hit on me at the big university reunions party. She has a girlfriend, so that didn’t go anywhere. But it’s a good sign that I’m giving off gayer vibes than I used to, because I’m gayer than I used to be.