it really is. rarely happens with eyes open these days...
I keep getting told that I am "out of it", feisty, or "not there." it is vexing. I haven't really been thinking about anything. On one hand, I am proud to have found. finally, a female companion that I have no sexual desire towards, and can accompany through intimate situationswithout fear of my labido, or persuasive mojo or energy damaging (enhancing...cough) the situation. I am proud of this...not too sure why, but proud. I have written 23 poems in the past two weeks.
For this I am also proud.
I stopped sleeping naked about three days ago. It felt unsettling. Maybe because I am not in a place that I could call home...then again..when am I ever?
There are many books out that I want to read. Comics mostly, but still. The SILENT HILL OMNIBUS being one. It consumed me for thirty five minutes at BAM today. (Books-A-Million for those who do not speak dre-linguo) I guess I have had things on my mind recently...hmm...I know that I do not ever want to go back to jail, and that I am tired of being a fantasy.

I moved out. I'm staying with a friend until repairs on my house are done. (things that could be inferred from prior text...blah...I make myself look stupid now.) Today I ate 23 slices of pizza. Alfredo with pepperoni, and mushroom chicken being the tastiest things to enter my mouth. CiCi's is yummy sometimes...cept I got dumped there...then again, if you're a mister (male version of a mistress for those who don't know dre-linguo), can you really be...dumped? I guess that's what I get for engaging with unavailiable women. I had a somewhat attractive tranny tell me I had a "sexy little ass" today. Did not like the ghetto fabulous style they were going for, but did acknowledge they were attractive as wel, and went along my merry way.

when people talk about sex, do you think about having sex with them?

like the shower thing my old pal told me when we were in 8th grade about how if you're on the phone with someone, and they tell you they are either in the shower, just got out of the shower, or are about to partake in showerly activites, you like...automatically picture them naked? I do. I can't lie...really? (lying makes my stomach hurt) Tell me you're in the shower, or just took one, I'm picturing you naked, can't help it. same with the sex thing though...

was at the mall...where I work. stopped by a shop to talk to a friend who went on about how she wants her tongue pierced. (I have mine done, but have yet to have used mine sexually to it's full potential...if at all really.) Conversation then went on to her someone bragging about her supposed phenominal "oral sorcery", and it was at that moment that this friend (whom I also had a fairly, ice skatish, plutonic relationship with) suddenly became like...beautifully animated, Japanese hentai, stroke inducing fantasia in the office. (my head or mind for those who don't know dre-linguo) it was like...whoa...enough. I totally missed my lunch because of what then became an interactive (and not in the Disney interactive kind of way) discussion about bodies, shackles, and mouth restraints, as well as riding crops, boots, and leather. my original intentions were just to acquire a burrito.

the new chicken soft tacos at Taco Hell are tasty. I like them. They are cheap and good. I like most things that way. food and liquor mostly. sometimes...what else is there to like?