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I’m Such a Fag. (part 1)

Sunday, January 1st, 2006 | faggy tendencies

The last time I cried was when the Princess tried to end our friendship. And before that, when Joey decided not to go date me anymore. And well, there was this one time at work where I got so stressed and frustrated that I found a corner and wept as I found my center. I stood up after a good cry, wiped my tears away with my fingers, and went out into the world again with my head held high. if I had mascara on, maybe I would have had a more dramatic effect.

Last night I cried because I almost had to cancel a dinner party I was hosting. Well, that wasn’t the literal reason, but I have a punchline to all of this.

I had planned to have a little dinner party at my place New Year’s Eve. (Now, two things give me great satisfaction. Cooking for others, and sex. Sharing gossip ranks near there, but it’s comparable to meditation in it being a state of mind.) The Princess and I went out on Friday night, stopping by the Dekalb Farmer’s Market in Decatur and picking up some fresh meat, fruits, and pasta. We then went to watch Brokeback Mountain, and then also stopped by Kroger to buy some more groceries.

When I got home after 2 in the morning, I found the door unlocked. Now, one roommate had moved out a few nights ago, and the other roommate was in Las Vegas, so the first thing I thought was that the old roommate had left the place unlocked while he was in the process of moving out (he still had the key). So the princess and I lugged all of the groceries in, while I went upstairs to make sure everything was ok.

My laptop was unplugged, some tables and the bar was gone, and there was a bag of frozen foods from the fridge next to the stairs.

i then heard some sounds from the bathroom.

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