grade 8 boys.

sticky sez:

whenever i see you i just think "gay". why is that? you have something big and gay about you. like a parade.

i'm really missing you, spanks. you must come visit. i'm moving into my new place in a couple of weeks - by myself, where i belong. it's better than living in a house with others and spending most of my time hiding from them.

we had a keg party here this weekend. good dj, decent people.

i also went to this ice cream shop on sunday. stepping into it was like stepping into some kind of fair ground from the movies. it was all pink and dream-like with spacy asians wandering around agonizing over 200-some ice cream flavours to choose from. it felt like it should be full of midgets and bearded ladies. and they have flavours like balsamic vinegar and gargonzola with pear. i tried the latter and it tastes just right. just right meaning ice cream that tastes like old cheese and pear that makes you want to wipe off your tongue on your sleeve for about an hour or so.

i was teaching a grade 8 boy today and he stared at my tits for the hour. grade 8 boys creep me out. it got me thinking about who i was holding sweaty hands with was when i was 13. besides your dad. i believe my boyfriend was carfa. he had a perm. it's hard to find a guy with a perm these days.

that is all for this evening.

love you!
sticky

dear gay homosexual,

may i remind you that this is now our primary mode of communication.

use code names if necessary.

also: you are gay and a lesbian.

yours,
spanky