Wasn't that the name of a crappy horror flick? Or was that Cabin Fever?


Anyway, it has come to my attention that I am travelling to a cabin this summer from July 1st to the 7th. This doens't make me all that happy, but I can bring friends! So long as A: you can get yourself there and back, you can come visit me in Oscoda/Tawas (I can never remember which city it's closer to).

Anyway, if anyone is interested in coming up and spending a day or two, for free, in a pretty nicely maintained home (I use the term cabin loosely, they're really more like hotel rooms) and spending time with the one the only me, give me a call and I can give you an address and whatever. Good times had by all.


So I went to "orientation" for Kroger, and learned that I will not be a cashier this year. Nope. I'm a stock boy/bagger. This is good because I don't deal with customers as much, but bad because the stock people are all men of the decidedly heterophilic variety. I'll have to man it up. Luckily my roommates taught me to spit... now I just need to stare at a woman and say something deprecating about... Jessica Alba or someone and I'm in.

It will be about five days before they get the information about my security check and drug test and I actually start working, but since Crystal Meth doesn't show up in a saliva sample and I've hidden my ties to Al Queda pretty well I don't think that there will be a problem. Now all that I have to do is call Hollywood video and see if I can start picking up hours there.


This next month is going to suck.

Being gay, I mean. I dress poorly, rarely do i groom excessively, I check out girls more often than I check out guys... and i have discovered that I love to watch hockey. Maybe it's just the Canadian in me, but it is now too strong to ignore: I am obviously a straight man masquerading as queer.





I figured it was only a matter of time... you know what they say, about if you don't use it you lose it?




My date bailed on me tonight, which is only fair, because I bailed on him and/or changed the time a bunch, but I still don't like it. I get the distinct impression that it isn't going to work out.




If your body matches
what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

Ithought it was just a physical attraction, but I'm starting to think that it's a dangerous crush...


He asked me to watch the football game and I seriously considered it for a moment.


Someone fucking cure me. Or start a betting pool on whether I A:nail my roommate by the end of the year, B:do something hugely innappropriate and end up kicked out of my dorm room or, C:stew on it for the rest of the semester and chalk it up to quiet repression.






















I'll give myself 1:3:15 odds.