empty and lost
where do I begin.
Two weeks ago, things were looking up, up, up. Now I, I just want to... I don't know thats the thing. I am ever so lost.
Fucking Urban. I finished there. Started working the fencing job the next day. Holy shit, you really don't know how good you got it, until you see worse. I didn't think there was worse than chef. Oh there is. Fucking old Masodoian men are worse. I have never been yelled at so much in my entire life. From 7 a.m. till fucking 6 at night that old cout yelled and barked and yelled some more. Like what the fuck I was fucking trying, for god sakes. Like he would yell when you did it right to. So I worked that week untill Thursday and then Friday me and muffty went to Montreal.
Montreal. Where do I start with that. The bus ride was hidiously long. I slept for most it. Got to Montreal Friday afternoon, checked into the hotel, and was basically drinking the rest of the weekend.
That's not true, but thats how it felt. Friday night went to a club called parking. SO HOT! holy fuck, never groped/been groped so much ever. Fucking loved it. Saturday we went 'to do the tourist thing'. yeah right. went to the montreal eaton's centre. saw the mcgill campus. went to the stade d'olympic. and then because i fucking wanted to, we went to the casino. it was a long ass mission to get there, seeing as we didn't go in the right direction, but i'm blaming it on the fact, well that we don't speak french. we found out after we got there we could have taken the bus, but you live you learn right. Saturday night is a blur, we went to lots of bars, strip club or two, and then because I wasn't leaving montreal without some sex i went to oasis. Or whatever the hell that place was called. and I met someone. Someone I like. His name.... are ready for this one..
Steven.
Fucking loves it. Steven is from New york, hes a lawyer. He's 26. He seemed nice for the few short hours we had together, but, I thought we had a connection. So we traded information and promised to keep in touch.
Sunday was a write off. I didnt get out of bed untill like 2 p.m. and Muffty didn't seem in the best of moods. And I was tired and lonly. We went to a great club, we saw/heard dj hex hector, who did some wicked j-lo remixes (download his waiting for tonite remix, so awesome). However we spent the nite in a room upstairs that was all montreal twinks bumping and grinding to ciara. I had fun, by 2 I was finished and muffty still had dance in him, so we stayed till 3. I saw a effing hot gogo dancer. he was alll sex. well i guess what more can u be when ur dancing on a bar in a jockstrap. I love montreal. his name was jerry. or jerri. I love sexually ambiguous names. sometimes lol.
Monday morning we almost missed our bus. monday afternoon when we got off the bus, we basically were running in opposite directions from each other. I'm calling it cabin fever. I went over to potts' who was having, what was supposed to be a mac reunion, but there were york ppl too. But thats cool. I saw steve for the first time since christmas. Potts had said something about him turning into a butterball. I could see where it had come from, but, BUT, i still thought the motherfucker was hot. he's my little butterball. gawf.
Tuesday. I went to work. Bright and early. and bright amnd early that morning I decided that I had had enough. I was done, finished, pffffbbbbbbbb.
Which brings us to yesterday and today. went back to Urban to get my job back, which I did. Of course. So I'm a dishwasher again. yay.
was wandering downtown when mel calls me to go out with her and emma. long story short, ending up making out with both of them (individually and at the same time. drunk is drunk come on), watched them run after boys at the horseshoe and i thought about how much i wanted to hear from steve.
Which i did, today. I poured my heart out in an email to him and i get a ' what a sweet email, call me' in response. yeah.
So i'm going to have to work for this one. i hate work. but i'll do it, why not what have i really got to lose. really.
apparently there are 32 more days until i go back to london. here we go one more month. you can do it.
i hope.
Two weeks ago, things were looking up, up, up. Now I, I just want to... I don't know thats the thing. I am ever so lost.
Fucking Urban. I finished there. Started working the fencing job the next day. Holy shit, you really don't know how good you got it, until you see worse. I didn't think there was worse than chef. Oh there is. Fucking old Masodoian men are worse. I have never been yelled at so much in my entire life. From 7 a.m. till fucking 6 at night that old cout yelled and barked and yelled some more. Like what the fuck I was fucking trying, for god sakes. Like he would yell when you did it right to. So I worked that week untill Thursday and then Friday me and muffty went to Montreal.
Montreal. Where do I start with that. The bus ride was hidiously long. I slept for most it. Got to Montreal Friday afternoon, checked into the hotel, and was basically drinking the rest of the weekend.
That's not true, but thats how it felt. Friday night went to a club called parking. SO HOT! holy fuck, never groped/been groped so much ever. Fucking loved it. Saturday we went 'to do the tourist thing'. yeah right. went to the montreal eaton's centre. saw the mcgill campus. went to the stade d'olympic. and then because i fucking wanted to, we went to the casino. it was a long ass mission to get there, seeing as we didn't go in the right direction, but i'm blaming it on the fact, well that we don't speak french. we found out after we got there we could have taken the bus, but you live you learn right. Saturday night is a blur, we went to lots of bars, strip club or two, and then because I wasn't leaving montreal without some sex i went to oasis. Or whatever the hell that place was called. and I met someone. Someone I like. His name.... are ready for this one..
Steven.
Fucking loves it. Steven is from New york, hes a lawyer. He's 26. He seemed nice for the few short hours we had together, but, I thought we had a connection. So we traded information and promised to keep in touch.
Sunday was a write off. I didnt get out of bed untill like 2 p.m. and Muffty didn't seem in the best of moods. And I was tired and lonly. We went to a great club, we saw/heard dj hex hector, who did some wicked j-lo remixes (download his waiting for tonite remix, so awesome). However we spent the nite in a room upstairs that was all montreal twinks bumping and grinding to ciara. I had fun, by 2 I was finished and muffty still had dance in him, so we stayed till 3. I saw a effing hot gogo dancer. he was alll sex. well i guess what more can u be when ur dancing on a bar in a jockstrap. I love montreal. his name was jerry. or jerri. I love sexually ambiguous names. sometimes lol.
Monday morning we almost missed our bus. monday afternoon when we got off the bus, we basically were running in opposite directions from each other. I'm calling it cabin fever. I went over to potts' who was having, what was supposed to be a mac reunion, but there were york ppl too. But thats cool. I saw steve for the first time since christmas. Potts had said something about him turning into a butterball. I could see where it had come from, but, BUT, i still thought the motherfucker was hot. he's my little butterball. gawf.
Tuesday. I went to work. Bright and early. and bright amnd early that morning I decided that I had had enough. I was done, finished, pffffbbbbbbbb.
Which brings us to yesterday and today. went back to Urban to get my job back, which I did. Of course. So I'm a dishwasher again. yay.
was wandering downtown when mel calls me to go out with her and emma. long story short, ending up making out with both of them (individually and at the same time. drunk is drunk come on), watched them run after boys at the horseshoe and i thought about how much i wanted to hear from steve.
Which i did, today. I poured my heart out in an email to him and i get a ' what a sweet email, call me' in response. yeah.
So i'm going to have to work for this one. i hate work. but i'll do it, why not what have i really got to lose. really.
apparently there are 32 more days until i go back to london. here we go one more month. you can do it.
i hope.
posted by sg/20something/male at 12:06 PM
2 Comments:
william my love. i can't wait to see you. let's get ridiculous and shake our asses...please? anyways remember its one more month, i'm attempting to complete and i know you can too.
i love you and will see you soon.
ps>>are you aware your my best friend next year? i hope your looking forward to it ehehehe <3
hey Will! thanks for commenting on mah blog. I totally do remember you, btw (all the way back to the Grad Club lol). I'm a soph this year!! Woot. It's actually gonna be good lol.
Unfortunately tho...
Sam Roberts is the concert.
*shudder*
anyways, i hope you're having a good summer and i'm lookin forward to getting to know you this year :)
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