Saturday Afternoon. I'm watching a very interesting documentary on the CBC about mall culture. Its decline in the West and its boom in the west. The segment right now is about India. Its really disturbing. I'm also downloading porn.
This had been a really tough week for me. My demons have been in control for the most part. Went out for a friend's birthday on Tuesday. Got shit faced. Good night, terrible Morning. Woke up on Wednesday and felt like death and said to myself, "Will, no more drinking." Of course, by 5 I had a beer in hand. But there was hockey on, right? So whats the big deal? Canada Won. Hooray! More drinking.
Woke up on Terry's couch Thursday morning. Terrible. Terry, by the way is my old new straight boy crush. And by old new, I mean that he was new, but just this week I got over him. Yes I know, my straight boy obsession is old you'd think that by 24 I'd have figured that shit out. But I haven't. And I'm okay with that. It doesn't happen all that often. One a year. As much I know how ridiculous it is, it makes me feel alive. Because I do in fact love these boys. Its a fantasy, and it makes me feel good. For a while at least. I'd an addict through in through I guess.
And that'll do for now.
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