There is No Place Like Home

Nothing is worse than returning to your real home, and remembering where you come from. All the friends who are always around, the fact you once had a family to support you, and then you come back to a place that you initially came to just to chase some dream that may never happen. It's so much better than coming back to the reality: I have been wanting to play craps for years, but I have never had the balls or faith in myself to actually place a bet.

I didn't come to Chicago to get unemployment, live in a shitty apartment, have crappy boyfriends, and almost die over and over to NOT have something amazing happen. This is bullshit. It is time to try really hard and not be scared. Scared to be alone. Scared to not make any money. Scared that I may have no health insurance and end up losing a limb in a car accident. Aren't I supposed to be the crazy friend that doesn't give a shit?

Time to get wild. Because if I don't do something that I want to relatively soon, I will have moved away and left friends like those in the photo all for nothing, only to be some gay ass marketing manager with a dog and fake diamond earrings who pretends like life is so much better in a big city filled with assholes than a small one where people are real and actually have morals.

No Room at the Inn

The only thing worse that could happen right now is being pregnant. I am currently finding a new place to live with a new roommate who actually looks a lot like Joseph pictured below. Is it possible me and a gay man could have a virgin birth that grows up to become the Savior?

....just the son of a lowly carpenter....

Can I take that last post back?

I think I just experienced a self-fulfilling prophesy with that last post.

I was literally, let go.

I hate when this happens.

Time to go on some dates and make some resumes!

Imogen Heap

Sometimes you just have to let go.

I am especially poor at this.



Photo: Lake Geneva weekend trip