the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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4:35 p.m. + 2003-07-18 = longer entry about weather and being single and gay andy's.
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now some not-so-sunny things: the lovely welshie flipped out to a certain extent last night... i felt/feel like a total dick, but then he started talking about resolving and talking things out... things that don't concern me so no need to resolve or talk and then he said we should not speak to each other since it's "not healthy." whatever. i'll be on the town since he's on the cross.
however, this led me to block the peacock from my AIM list. he said goodnight and i said goodbye. he doesn't seem to understand that he and i are not friends.
you see, i fall in love fast and hard. why waste time? if it's there, it's there, if it's not then i'm moving on. i never bother with the nots for more than a week or two. i mean really!, what's the point?
so i've decided that i'm officially single again. and the prose and promise of that is not so peachykeen this time 'round. it irritates me to think that the peacock could have such an effect. blah. he's the plumbline now. and this is why i will most definitely NOT be attending grad school at the university of minnesota, leaving me just three options: boston, manchester, sanfran area.
i'm leaning towards manchester for my first doctorate. california carries far too much baggage for me. boston would be nice, but i don't think there's a school in the area that has any programme remotely similar to what i seek. i'll most likely do my second doctorate in california... if i haven't converted colin farrell to a light-in-the-loafers way of life... in which case, we'll be staying at our country villa in northern ireland (the region, not the country).
p.s. i'm being overrun by andy's. if i had money, time and lust... i could've been on at least 5 andy-dates. (5 seperate andy's). i don't mean to sound conceited (ha.) but i'm running out of different methods to spell and different nicknames to affix to "andy" in my mobile. i fear this is because i never made the "no andy" rule when i was drafting my perfektpojke list. there were specific entries that stated "absolutely NO mikes, matts, bens or toms/thoms." and i've had very good luck avoiding such provincial archetypes. but blasted, can't swing a dead cat sans clobbering a few gayandy's.
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