…alone…bloated…chaotic…

Alone is my heart.

Bloated is my belly.

Chaotic are my thoughts, and most certainly my desk….old habits…

ADD thoughts just will not be organized tonight, so, James Joyce, stand aside!...

Bad-week, long-week, four-times-to-“La Restaurant”-week, mid-term-test-week, talk-to-much-with-KHw-week…coming-out-a-little-more-week…

I miss GI Joe much more than I thought I would, this week, because I don’t ever get to talk to him when I expect too….yea yea…”no expectations—no frustrations” but he told me he would call, Thursday night and now tonight…still nothing…what am I to or not to do?

What do I know about relationships…that word which got deleted from my emotional dictionary? Can this be called one? or is it just that I want to get that lost word back?

Korean bath-house “Sauna” a naked first meeting…no cover-up…probably not the way most hetero couples first meet…ha HA! “Eyes-dropping” on GI Joe (before I knew that) and the young Korean twink he was making the move on….I was lusting to watch the action which was sure to follow.

more to cum...

Coming Back...to this Blog, that is.

I realize I need to work on this blog.  I need an outlet for journaling.  If there were some people who would actually find this and read some of it, it would help.  But I guess I need to write for me and my own mental health.

Having said that, if anyone DOES happen to find this blog, please leave a comment.  Thank you!