Hauntednacho

Nacho's Thought-chos
2002-12-17 13:12:20 (UTC)

Not a chance in Hell

I would like to go to Hell, Michigan, and walk out of the
grocery store with a snowball (yup, they sell 'em) or a
baseball bat. That would just make my life.
There's a benefit I'm supposed to go to tomorrow night, but
I think I'm going to skip it to go sex toy shopping with my
co-worker, John. Benefits are nice and all, and it's good
to see people I haven't seen in awhile, but it's so old,
all the drinking and whatnot. But, I mean, there'll be
bowling, so that's tempting, and also Dave will be there,
and that's uber tempting, but nothing will ever come of
that. I'd like, just once, to be able to show up to one of
these events with a date. Not a date that it's just
like "Hey, come with me," but a date like we're actually
interested in each other, and I want my friends to see that
side of me, to actually witness that aprt of my life that
they know about but have never seen. Meanwhile, I stand by
and watch them with their girlfriends, dates, flings,
hookers (yes, even hookers), and feel even more excluded.
Something has to change soon. It HAS to. I can feel
something shifting, I doubt it'll be towards what I want,
but it'll definitely be a change, and I'll hopefully grow
from it. Shift FASTER, Dammit!




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