CubeHelix

My sheer lack of sanity, in text.

Well really, a few things coming together.

Something very interesting yet expected has been happening lately. Since I have had a boyfriend, all those around me who are single have turned on me, all of a sudden seeing me as the enemy. While I was expecting such a reaction from a few, I was not prepared for the sheer lack of logic in peoples presentations of aggression. Meanwhile I don’t mind really, there are bigger things to focus on at the moment. Though this aggression really has charged me live again… Very sick really.

Clever title yeah?

Ugh pretty much here is the deal, I got all this blog stuff back together for the sole purpose of having some fun rants, some restious rants, whavever. It seems like since I have gotten this damn thing up though my brain has head off for a nice little sabbatical. It seems like I am just a boring guy who loses to his computer in games of Scrabble ugh. I can’t help but think that perhaps the mess in my room may be blocking some of my creative flow but other than that, I just seem to have nothing on my mind…. perhaps my new boyfriend has just taken up all my thoughtspace…. I DO miss him…

Normally my blogs will start out in a fit of either rage, depression or just general darkness, but I’m thinking I’ll start this baby on a lighter note before unleashing the insanity. I want to do a post about a new boy in my life, a special boy… Why Aretha Franklin you ask? Because that is how this boy is making me feel. I am not a christian boy of course, if anything I’d be a non-practicing Wiccan neo-spiritualist pagan of some sort (I have yet to tell the boy the full extent of my beliefs as it is a muddle, but I digress)

This gorgeous boy has wormed his way into my head and heart and is all I can think of. I like the, no I LOVE the feeling of his arms around my, his lips on mine, etc. All of this is fairly new as I’ve taken a more cold-hearted approach to fellow humans and I only just now understand the term “falling for someone”. It is the feeling of every time you see them, you want to see them more and more and more because you like them more, more and more again. It seems to be a painfully slow yet head-spinningly fast road to our future, whatever that may be. Hoping that in the near future I may call him “boyfriend”

Really that is all I have for now… I like him, I want him to be mine, I hope he is off of work soon so I get to talk to him

P.S My room is still a mess, UGH!

P.P.S My job is shit, I fucking hate it. For once I would like a job that doesn’t make me want to hurt myself in some way.