Cloud 9 aint higher than Cloud 69 for a reason

Yes, I’ve recovered from my road test humiliation. But a new humilition befell me: the dreaded phone stolen during a drunken bonding pub crawl with some friends. I won’t go into details as it’s not very interesting or unique for a drunken gayboy to lose a phone or jacket or umbrella or bag on a barhopping adventure. I was just sad that yet again I didn’t find a cute boy to kiss. I spent Memorial day hung over, phoneless and manless. I don’t think Mama would be proud. Especially since she has secretly been hoping for me to establish partnership with a nice ‘nubian’ man and needling my sister for details of this phantom relationship. It’s all very strange.  Then my mind wonders to the Ocean Ave South Beach breeze and I just know I’ll find someone to get me all hot and bothered (not too bothered because I’m ornery and cops may need to be involved, I grew up in the ghetto South…don’t try me bitches). Anyway, I’m just rambling now and sleepy after watching a subpar gay comedy on Heretv and feel sad because the lame lead character got the hot ex-closeted guy with the mesh football jersey spouting poorly written dialogue…but still I’m jealous. And alone….and 30 lbs overweight…and peniless. The Bulgarian says you are never poor if you have love and the basics. But that chick hadn’t been to my shack back in Bama in the 1990s. So I’ll disregard her pie in the sky anecdotes and go dream of hot menz.

~ by breadlinepalace on May 28, 2008.