Marc
San Mateo, California
I am spending a second evening in a supplied bathrobe. Totally cottony. Totally comforting. Total softness, personified.
I just talked to Matt on IM and it seems as if he's in Normal right now, getting ready to leave in the morning. So disappointing. I hate to say it, because I'll sound like a pussbag, but I miss that dumb asshole. Not so much the naked Matt, but the clothed Matt. I miss Matt, in clothes. He has this way of wearing pants that aren't buckled around his waist, moreso stuck underneath what should be his ass, and they are always falling down, but never too badly until he lays down and moves around. I've looked over and seen that kid with his pants around his ankles, asleep on the couch, and the first instinct is to yell, but you never do. I like the guy too much. Ah ... sorry. Pussbagging out on everybody. My fault.
I'm going to be in kind of a weird spot coming up here in a few months. I'll be the only undergrad of my kind left. My wave of friends have all gone off and graduated somehow, and they've mostly moved away probably never to be seen on any kind of a regular basis again. That's not to say that I don't still have people down there. Obviously not. It's just that, well, I'm kind of the last of a nearly extinct breed. I'm the Dodo Bird of my day, so to speak. How did this happen? I'll never know. I'm okay with it, I think. I just wish that I would've paid a bit more attention to people during those first years of school and not been so damn stubborn. I only took classes that I thought I should take, not necessarily classes that I needed to take. You see the difference, don't you?
I'm also the only Panaphobe to take a year off of school which set me back even more. I reiterate - I'm fine with it, it's just going to seem odd. I already feel so much older than most of the people I meet anyways. And I always tell them how much older I am, which I should maybe stop doing. It's not flattering when you're being told that you should stick to your guns, and have fun now while you still can by a slightly overweight bald guy with glasses, and he's only two or three years older but he thinks he's way past your time. Yeah. I'm an asshole. I know.
So, I'm going to sit in this bathrobe and try to lull myself to sleep after a long, long, long day of work. There was a cool part of it, though. I got to go back to the hotel for about an hour today and I actually laid down and took a nap. That's never, ever happened before in this job. Woke up this afternoon and went right back into the shuffle and bustle of the business world. My life is so boring right now.
San Mateo, California
I am spending a second evening in a supplied bathrobe. Totally cottony. Totally comforting. Total softness, personified.
I just talked to Matt on IM and it seems as if he's in Normal right now, getting ready to leave in the morning. So disappointing. I hate to say it, because I'll sound like a pussbag, but I miss that dumb asshole. Not so much the naked Matt, but the clothed Matt. I miss Matt, in clothes. He has this way of wearing pants that aren't buckled around his waist, moreso stuck underneath what should be his ass, and they are always falling down, but never too badly until he lays down and moves around. I've looked over and seen that kid with his pants around his ankles, asleep on the couch, and the first instinct is to yell, but you never do. I like the guy too much. Ah ... sorry. Pussbagging out on everybody. My fault.
I'm going to be in kind of a weird spot coming up here in a few months. I'll be the only undergrad of my kind left. My wave of friends have all gone off and graduated somehow, and they've mostly moved away probably never to be seen on any kind of a regular basis again. That's not to say that I don't still have people down there. Obviously not. It's just that, well, I'm kind of the last of a nearly extinct breed. I'm the Dodo Bird of my day, so to speak. How did this happen? I'll never know. I'm okay with it, I think. I just wish that I would've paid a bit more attention to people during those first years of school and not been so damn stubborn. I only took classes that I thought I should take, not necessarily classes that I needed to take. You see the difference, don't you?
I'm also the only Panaphobe to take a year off of school which set me back even more. I reiterate - I'm fine with it, it's just going to seem odd. I already feel so much older than most of the people I meet anyways. And I always tell them how much older I am, which I should maybe stop doing. It's not flattering when you're being told that you should stick to your guns, and have fun now while you still can by a slightly overweight bald guy with glasses, and he's only two or three years older but he thinks he's way past your time. Yeah. I'm an asshole. I know.
So, I'm going to sit in this bathrobe and try to lull myself to sleep after a long, long, long day of work. There was a cool part of it, though. I got to go back to the hotel for about an hour today and I actually laid down and took a nap. That's never, ever happened before in this job. Woke up this afternoon and went right back into the shuffle and bustle of the business world. My life is so boring right now.
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