sometimes i like hunger. it makes me feel alive... it makes me feel mortal. dramatic of me to say, yes, but these days i don't deny whatever ridiculous thought come to mind.
i am getting a little sick, i was supposed to go out tonight. my voice is half an octave lower than usual. time to get my sex-line gig back up and running. i'm staying in because i can't afford to miss work tomorrow.
i am both unimpressed and excited by things and people i encounter. perspective is so important... the same quality could be called disillusionment or realism. i have no idealistic tendencies anymore. i've been trust-broken.
and everything is good. i am hungry for all the differences and offerings life will present in the future... i look forward, i feel good, i am thankful to everybody involved and feel optimistic. these women who have briefly touched me are ones i have a respect for, in a strange way. each one had a different purpose, and i hope that i had gained everything possible from them with all the insight i could muster. it's easy to blow positive experiences out of proportion, and also easy to blow negative ones too.
richmond is too small to hold grudges. ladies, why bother? dance parties solve everything. drama is in the eye of the beholder. i just want to have a good time, not think about it too much. i don't want to settle down, i don't want to slut it out, i'm just here to absorb life and maybe throw out some posi.
i'm just here to fuckin' daaaance, bitches!
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