Recently, I have been sick. And now that I have made an almost full recovery, I am trying to find things to kill time. These activities used to consist of playing MarioKart for Wii, watching South Park online, and Facebooking. But now that I am better, I feel like I have changed. I don't want to watch South Park, or look stupid with a Wii-mote. I want to go out and do things! I want to stay up all night and go watch the sunrise over the lake. Its just my luck that this zeal or hunger, or whatever it is for life, comes when the temperatures remain in the single digits.
Also, while I was sick I forgot about friends. And it seems like so many emotional things have occured, and I have realized, that I want a boyfriend. My friends have significant others, and I am the fag bangle (hate the word, but I totally am a fashion accessory) that goes to parties and eventually ends up sober sitting you, and going home to my empty. Not trying to get pity, but I have finally realized that I want someone. Not only do I want a boyfriend, I want gay friends. I want my group of boys (or girls, ;)) to go out with on saturdays and then get hangover brunch at Nookies or Clarke's. And so far my plight for brunch buddies has produced Patrick, who has so much drama in his life that it could choke a whale.
My last topic, I promise. My mother, a displaced Yankee, has decided that she wants to live in Chicago, woman is smoking crack if she wants to endure this weather! (Don't get me wrong, the city is great. Just give me some reasonable temperatures, possibly above freezing. I prefer not to see a single digit on my dashboard, while I debate about wearing my thermal underwear.) I digress, and so while I am trying to establish my identity, which as the title of this blog would indicate is being the alchoholic gay man that is so flaming he asfixiates people with his fumes, my mother tells me that she is getting her lisence (medical) and is looking at houses. WTF?! I came to Chicago to escape your matricarchal oppression, and all of the sudden a nice change of scenery is what you need?! What seems even more convienient is that my mother is looking for places in GUESS WHERE, Lincoln Park, Lakeview, and Wicker Park. All of which are RIDICULOUSLY CLOSE TO DEPAUL! And while I support my mothers decision to focus on her own life, I would prefer that she begin this focus at a safe distance. Prefferably 5+ hours away.
Anyways, thats all I have to rant about for right now.
Writing from my room, in Lincoln Park, on the north side, in Chicago, and with love, Rev RJH
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