FUCK THE BACK ROW
so Im still sick. In my boredom, this leads to thoughts of Rocky. I don't know what it will be like when I go back, I am most certainly not the same person I was when I left, and I am not sure if that change is for the better. I've lost a lot of my bullshit tolerance, and my ability to smile and nod in the face of things I don't really want to deal with is shot. This can be both a good thing and a bad thing, but it is certainly not what my old friends are accustomed to seeing in me. Im more confrontational than I used to be, which oddly enough has actually served me well a few times. But at rocky, no one is confrontational, its the place to go to be easy going, and forget the bullshit of the rest of the week. And to wear corsets and fishnets and suck on strangers necks... I miss that. I havent left a good hickey in months. It's startin to wear me down. I want to go to Rocky, I want to experience new casts, and make new friends, but having been gone from BL so long, it seems almost like a betrayal to visit anywhere else. In case your wondering about the odd line this post has taken, it has a lot to do with me not wanting to think about what day it has just recently become. I refuse to give in to thinking and dwelling on it all day long. I think I may just sleep all day so I can miss it.
