I can't believe I got sick on Pride day. Woke up coughing this morning, bleah. Aren't my powers supposed to be stronger on this my people's special day? Oh, well. I probably wouldn't have done the parade anyway. I was in Queens feeling miserable. I wonder if it had to do with making out with Ben yesterday? He was so adorable!
I gave three four guys my phone number in the past two weeks. Two of them I know somewhat, one I was cruising in Club Monaco, and one is a singer whose interviews always crack me up. None of them called me. When things like that happen, it makes me remember why I used to drink. Luckily, I'm jaded by now, and pretty satisfied with being alone. Still, yesterday I went over my clothing allowance by two t-shirts, so I can't have been feeling very emotionally stable.
I have been a terrible blogger of late, and I have been an even worse creative writer. I will post more soon, I swear. : )
