Moving

Ok so I moved. I'm still trying to unpack everything (not the metaphorical kind, the actual kind) and I can't find anything. I almost set the house on fire tonight while I was grilling hamburgers out on the balcony. Nice, eh? Last night I went to goth night at this gay club a couple of blocks from my new house (I'm sure you noticed the picture). I have a friend who was bartending there and put me on the guest list so I got in for free. He also hooked me up with a free drink, so I think it was a successful evening. Those goth boys are so shy, though. Not a big deal; they aren't that good looking either.

I'm going to get my hair did this week sometime. I'll send you a picture. It's going to be superfly. Do people still use that word, or just me?

The boy from last fall texted me some recently. He broke one of his shoulders. He has some vicadin, but I told him that they were good, but not as good as Nurse Lisa. While I think he was intrigued, I haven't seen him. That's ok though, because I've been sick and coughing, which isn't particularly sexy.

The film festival was nuts. I did get to hang out with my favorite Mexican director and drink tequila with him. He told us stories about drinking tequila shots with Guillermo del Toro. I've never had tequila as a sipping kind of drink. It was good. And I didn't try to start any fights with anyone, which is even better. Plus I looked hot. But really, do I ever not look hot?

I've been fighting bouts of loneliness lately. I'm tired of dudes not being interested. I seriously need to get some new mojo. This one is broken. Mine's broken. I'm hoping it will come with the hair.

Congrats on the Final Four berth. Think you can do it? (and by you, I mean Tyler)

Hope you are well. You've been quiet for a long time now.