the · queerist;

a 250 lb man with full arm tattoos sat next to me on the bus and tapped his fingers along frantically to the song on his mp3 player. apparently, miley cyrus is versatile.

i'm at work copying down notes from a board meeting. as i type down their makeshift outlines, i realized how obnoxiously underqualified the people i work for are. how difficult is it to make a consistent outline with roman numerals, letters, and numbers (in that order)?

"thanks for the help, nohvid. i passed on your work to the big guy and took all the credit. alright, i'm gonna have to take this call."

i took myself out on a date and saw roman holiday in union square. i showered, made dinner, and took a picnic blanket. the perks of taking yourself out on a date.

1) you dont have to worry about who pays.
2) you dont have to worry about being bailed on.
3) you dont have to put out.

i havent painted my walls yet because plans failed, failed again, and inconsistently failed a third time. i'll wait for luis.

i also feel like i'm in a stage where i want to burn down all my connections and be fiercely independent and alone for several weeks. this, of course, is one of my inward daydreams. or just a cue for me to sabotage all connections i have with the world.

yet, if i'm so connected to the world, why do i feel so deserted?

twenty-one: you won't die in peace, will you?