I Need a Drink

An accountant who works in the same building as I do asked me out last week. I had to remind the guy that I have a boyfriend. He claims to have forgotten that one particular information I told him weeks before his asking me out.

The gym trainer’s starting to get interesting too. We shared a cab on our way to work this morning. He reminds me so much of another me – almost stupid. Either he’s more soft-spoken that I, or he’s already hitting on me.

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Then this co-worker is asking me to set-up an orgy with some girls. While fleeting, I’ve felt a need to not only make everyone feel that I’m taken, but also for them to realize that I’m gay. Really gay. Really really gay.

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And I still haven’t fully recovered. My temperature goes up late in the afternoon. By the time I get home I immediately take my pills. It’d be easier if I brought my pills with me to work. But just like my sister, I fear I’d OD on the pills for a varied perception of the world.

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Finally moving in to Eastwood City in a month or two. Closer to the boyfriend. Closer to school. Closer to work. Or maybe I should stay at home. Difficult to decide.

His birthday is coming up next month. Clueless on how to surprise him in his evening class. Either that or I’ll just have a cake and flowers delivered to his office in the morning.

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Mom: You have a fever!
me: Yes. It’s what I’ve been telling you since last night.
Mom: So what medicines are you taking?
me: Nothing.
Mom: You should take something.
me: I pray.
(then mom looks at sister)
Mom: Did you hear that?
Sister: He prays. What’s wrong with that?

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Midterms in two weeks time. Fun.