I am sick and in bed since the past two days. I watched all my favorite DVD's and have been browsing the web like nonstop. I’ve been heating very light and sleeping a lot (like a lot!). So today, I look super fresh and kinda skinny. But on the other hand I got plenty of time to think about me, my non-existing love life and how I am dreaming about having a real one.
Yesterday, in the middle of the afternoon, I ended up watching for the 23,793 time Sex & The City #1. I totally love the show and the movies.
Hello, my life!
Every gay man that I know (the real and cool ones. Not the “straight acting” or top hipster ones) identifies with one of the 4 girls. Ask any of them and they will tell you that I am Samantha... But this is so wrong. I am Carrie. I thought about it again yesterday. Let me tell you why:
• I have an issue with shoes...
• I had Mr. Big and the perfect apt. for years...
• I like to hangout with the same friends (we call us "the gang")...
• I live in a small place with a walking closet next to my room...
• I have a MacBook and write about my silly life...
• I drink vodka...
• I go out...
• I love wearing It Bags (yep it's pathetic but I can’t help it)...
• I could name 3,457 other reasons...
But most of all, I keep looking for Mr. Right and keep thinking about it. <= 1,000% C.B.
Every f*cking time I have a date/one night stand/little flirt... My brain starts to explode... I keep thinking, making scenarios, forwarding my friends text messages so I get to get their analyzes... Oh god I hate myself for being like this. But I can't help it. And I keep being ashamed 'cause I feel like I am trying to resemble her. And this is bad... Bad! Bad! Bad!!!
I am a man. I'm growing conscientiously a beard. I dress up like a mini Seattle trunk driver (according to Lulu) when I wanna look hot! So I should stop trying to be Mrs. B. And I also should find a new Mr. Right and stop getting koo koo while thinking how to meet him.
It's is now 11:05pm and I am watching Toostie.