Grumpy and Frumpy: Memoirs of a GAYsha
[Quick blurb, before I start to blog: Frostbite was not fun. Especially the attitudes from my "friends" afterwards. G'uhahw]
I talked to people.
It was nice.
I cancelled having my mother, grandma, and little from come seeing me today, because I couldn't arrange a way to get home.
Oh well.
I got to talk out somethings with [i've decided to name him:] Mr.MUSE.
[i'll explain the meaning to him, when he asks me. It's actually an abbreviation]
Things kind of ironed themselves out,
which was nice.
I was feeling like a drooling 12 year-old 7th grader with braces,
and a pink notebook with hearts and his name written all over it.
It's gross, and disgusting,
and i'm not comfortable being so veunerable.
I told him all this.
Although he wasn't very constructive as far as reassuring me that i'm not crazy,
he was sucessful in showing me a light,
in his very busy [and cluttered] tunnel.
I can breath a little easier.
I'll see him on thursday,
and he will be reminded how adorable and amiable i am.
Matty B.