Getting With The Program

Enough is enough. Its time for a reality check.

On the way home from work I was telling the other people in the car abut my lunch with The Crush and Mad Old Woman stopped me and said "He's straight. Get with the program!"

That stopped me in my tracks and brought a tear to my eye. What an old fool I've been.

Time to move on.

What the F*ck!

I can't even think about crushes and homophobia today because work has unleashed a whole can of mental whoop ass on La Mould and he is suffering.

There are not enough swearwords in the world...

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But...

...re the crush...

...why the f*ck hasn't he gone to lunch yet? It's like 12.15 and he normally goes at 12. Probably going to the pub again with "Sharron".

D'ya know what? F*ck it. I'm going to eat.

Stop it!

I love having a crush.

He is going to the pub cos it is Sharron's birthday. I wonder if he and Sharron are getting on very well. That would be typical, that would.

He is lovely.

Three strikes and you're out!

I am no longer putting up with passive homophobia. So if anyone does any of the following they get a strike. Three strikes and they are "out". I am yet to decide what being "out" involves but it is going to be bad:
- criticism of; Kylie, Madonna, Abba, Barbra etc
- criticism of my music taste, my taste in film, my taste in clothes etc
- questions that involve the notion of "is that because you're gay?"
- any expression of disgust at gayness.
- any derogotary term eg puff, queer etc

So far Ho and The Jackal are "out".

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In other news, my housemate bought for my Birthday a DAB digital radio. This was an excellent present and so I want to get him a good present for his birthday in May. However, I can't think of a thing. Advice welcomed.

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Crush Update

He isn't going for lunch. He should be at lunch now. Normally, I time my arrival at his table, just after he has sat down, so I can go "Is this seat taken?" and he can nod excitedly. But he hasn't gone. What is occuring I wonder?

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Nice-but-dim isn now "out".

Facebook

I now have a facebook account. Seeing as I am dragging my feet on Myspace I bit I thought this might be good fun. And it certainly is...

The crust is on facebook too. I wonder if the crush was to read this, would he know who he was? Just in case, I won't put my blog details on my profile.

Crushes are complicated!

I don't want to speak too soon

Back at the library where I seem to have written most of my recent posts of any worth at all.

Been to town this morning to buy presents for the many people who have birthdays this month.

Now I'm here, and in a minute I'm going to Tesco.

Whoever said my posts were dull?

The Ostrich policy worked.

And I have a new crush...

Mad March

When did blogging get so difficult? I have loads of things to say but I cannot find the words.

I might have to start keeping a blogging notebook and then transcribe my thoughts.

In short, life has posed me some problems since my 28th year began. They're not life changing problems, like illness or loss (that was last month). But they are in the "moral dilemma" line. I've not known how to act or what to do about them so I have opted for doing nothing - the Ostrich approach. And so far it is working like a dream.

Roll on April.

My favourite Month

So after a tough few weeks I have come out of that ghost ride of a month, February, and into the joyousness of March. We have Birthdays and busyness to come this month so I am predicting highs and lows.