Monday, June 6, 2011

They Don't Even Sing Songs About You When You're Twenty-Two

Many things have happened! I've moved into an apartment! I ride a bike to work! I've FINALLY been to jail!

Jail was Friday. It sucked. They gave me cold coffee and soppy waffles. I was put into an isolated holding cell (because I'm so bad) and I thought I would die of boredom. Then my parents trapped me in a car for four hours and road me around telling me how sinful I am and that god can make me not bisexual if I ask him to. I didn't even begin to tell them that I prayed for him to make me straight from the time I was seven until I was twelve. It's all useless. Anyway, they still love me somehow. I do appreciate that, but I'd have rather spent that four hours sitting in a jail cell.

I am in a new apartment that is a little over three miles from work. It's a very pleasant morning ride, though I'm not sure how pleasant it will be this afternoon in 95 degree heat and 5 o clock traffic. I'm not too worried though.

Today is my birthday and it feels like it's going to be a good day.

1 comments:

  1. ok i lol'd big time prayed to be straight from age seven to twelve.

    i miss youuuu. is the pool open??? i want to sit out and drink natty light and sing sex and candy and janis joplin and loretta lynn.

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