i think i have a mood disorder. i dunno, but my high soured real quick after work. i think it's just that i keep trying to run past Depression towards Happiness, but just as i'm getting there, the bastard pulls me back kicking and screaming. it's worst when i'm by myself cuz my mind thinks too fast.
at about 11, i got tired of being hungry and enlisted pacman jeff to food with me. even though he's still in high school and had class at 8 the next morning, he agreed, cuz i mean come on, who gives a shit about their senior year?
so we went and ate at the omellette shop. i have no idea if i spelled that right, cuz i always had the feeling they were misspelling it too. *shrugs* haha, i actually shrugged while writing this...anyway. so we ate, and then i took jeff to his first porn store. it was a ghetto one, but it was open on a sunday night at midnight, so we went.
the gay man immdediatly commented on jeff's pacman shirt and they talked about it for a while, meanwhile i was browsing the porn casually, my nervousness about these places long since gone. the conversation eventually got turned onto "everyone should try gay sex, cuz everyone is gay inside" this from Ric(yep, that's how he spelled it). i tried to steer the topic back onto subjects that wouldn't lead to a real life imitation of the porn i was trying to avoid. *shudder*
ok, yeah i am slightly homophobic, but i pretty much only get weirded out if i think they're hitting on me. that's when i start looking for a convenient window to leap out of. i'm sure many a girl has known this feeling when i'm talking to them. so i bought a vid, you knew i would, and went home. ron jeremy is in it, which surprised me...i'll stop, sorry.
happy first porn store, jeff.
