Been a while

Yes, yes, it has been quite some time since I've written anything. Just haven't felt real inspired. I am amazed at where the summer has gone. When I was young I use to live for summer time. No school, no work, just playing outside all day long. Growing up sucks sometimes. Especially when you can't even get an extra day off :(

I've been doing some blog surfing of late. Apparently there is this new thing that on one day a week you post a picture of a random part of your body. Now reading this, my perv mind immediately sparks an interest and low and behold what do I see, some pic of a guys thigh. Not exactly what I was expecting. Naughty sly, naughty. Don't get me wrong though, I do love a good leg, but a pic of a thigh is just kinda weird. I surf over to a couple more blogs. Two more thighs. It must have been thigh Thursday.

Still no job for K. This sucks. I honestly believe he is trying. He has had a couple of interviews but still no call. I guess I just expect him to be out of the house going door to door or something. Unrealistic I understand. Most companies these days want you to email in your application or resume rather than dealing with you face to face. And K is doing that. Every morning. Hopefully now that school will be starting soon, more positions will be available. I think what bugs me most is how he is reacting to it all. I understand the disappointment, but he just holes up in the house and wants to sleep. Almost three years of living with this depression is starting to take a toll.
I think I need a vacation. Hawaii or San Francisco. Only been to S.F. twice, but that was when I was small. I guess it is like Mecca calling. Every good gay boy needs to make a pilgrimage at least once after they are out.

I did actually go out to Tracks last weekend with our friend Nathan. I don't actually know him that well, but he lives a few doors down from us. Ex-military guy that still works for them in a civilian position now. Now from the first time I met him, I noticed his eyes. I read a lot into someone's eyes and there has always been something about his that struck me as odd. Not cross eyed or missing one or anything like that. They look kinda mean. Nathan turned out to be a really great guy to hang with. When K and I first started going out, he use to live in an apartment that was like a gay frat house. We would go clubbing and he would point and say, "he lives in my building. And he lives in my building." And so on and so on. The night at Tracks with Nathan was like that. Except it was, "he's military. And so is he." Never knew there were so many gay air force boys that hung out there. Thought he was just making it up till I met some of them. LOL

Ok, enough for now.

Ahh -- Hurricane season is here!

Hurricane season is here. For those that know me, you understand how obsessed I get with watching hurricane coverage. I also have a very dry sense and warped sense of humor. Last year it was like every weekend there was a new one to watch. Some people watch football. I watch hurricane coverage. This weekend was Dennis and for once it hit during the day. Didn't have to stay up all night watching it. For some reason I have this morbid fascination with these storms. Might be due to my time spent living on the Florida coast. When I was really, yes REALLY young, we use to drive down to Florida to visit my great-grandparents. My folks use to always take pictures of the drive down there. We have picks of the trip before Camille in 69 and the year after. They always fascinated me. They call tornados the finger of god. Hurricanes are his fist. One of my earliest memories is stopping at a gas station in Alabama a few months after Camille and thinking how strange it looked. There was nothing there but the pumps. The hydraulic lifts they used to fix cars were still there and they were doing work on cars. No walls! Just out there in the open air! So anyway, once again I planted my butt on the couch and watched Anderson Cooper from CNN almost get wiped out by a flying Ramada sign. I love watching those guys dodge debris and hanging onto trees to keep from getting blown away. Makes me laugh. I don't feel bad; I figure it is their choice to be out in that stuff. I should try to remember that they do that to give info to the people being affected and not just for my own amusement. Don't get me wrong, I do feel bad for those people that lose their homes, loved ones and livelihoods from those monster storms. But to see reporters running from debris, screaming in terror and generally just getting beat to shit by wind and rain makes me laugh.

I'm a sick fuck. Lol!

Saturday

The past couple of weeks have been good. K has started back on Effexor, a medication that he first started on when the depression first hit. It seems to be helping. Last weekend was the Fest and he actually seemed to have fun. Sunday we went to park with friends. He wasn't as talkative as he use to be, but he had a blast. It was good to see him smiling again. He LOVES rollercoasters! hehehe. He has been a lot more upbeat this week to. We have his parents coming out to visit tomorrow on the pass through town to the mountains. The past few days you can hardly tell they will be here by his reaction to this. Normally he would sleep all week and be really down dreading the visit. The meds are definitely having a good effect on him! Tomorrow will be the test. No plans so far for the 4th, but hopefully we can find something fun to do

Work has been pretty stressful this week. Bossman wanted me to add some more info to a report that someone else had put together and wouldn't you know, after the rush to get it done and then revised twice, some data was wrong. Unfortunately he didn’t catch it until presenting it at the meeting. Ultimately it was my fault, yet only through circumstance. A database table was labeled wrong thus resulting in bad results. Oh well, I should have error checked and would have, had I been given the time. I beat myself up WAY too often for stupid shit.

I'm sitting in the coffee shop right now writing this listening to two lesbians going off on Bush. Hilarious. One is so upset about him that she physically bouncing up and down while talking about it. You go girl! I love the coffee shop. Actually I love coffee! I have a couple that I go to depending on my mood. The other one is a lot more of a mixed crowd than here. It is funny to see straight people walk in and see a group of twinks being themselves. Their reactions always make me laugh.

Three high school girls and one gay boy just came in and sat down. Then the gay boy sees someone he likes and heads outside. Now I am listening to these girls gossiping about him and rooting him on. Sometimes I wish I were still back in high school and out. There is so much more acceptance these days than when I was in school. They are so funny to listen too. LOL.