Going down to the fifth floor for coffee. View from the sixth is now average. Reading the screenplays of friends. A gallon of water a day. Being tempted with West Coast locales. Again. Music from “Moulin Rouge.” Nighttime walks. Time with the boy of the last two years. Confusion. Going? Where. Insecurities. Money management. Reports. Bad black and white photos. Need reprinting. Ink is out. Professor leniencies. Parking and not noticing. Ashtray overflowing. Starbucks runs before class. Micro-managing. Waiting. Needless anger from others. Editing. Searching. Amphitheatre nights during photo class breaks. Cooking class. Lack of attendance. Neglecting Peter to do the work of Paul. Driving. The 202 backed up at Dobson. Changing phone numbers. Deleting MySpace. Mid-term exams. Nighttime conversations with the psychology professor on the current beliefs regarding homosexuality. Being recognized as an intern from Central, again. Project What? Damascus Gate. Friend back at home, doesn’t know my name. New dogs. Adoption events. Waking up entangled with the boy and holding him close. Regular early morning weekend breakfasts with Justin and Arica. Walking around with a camera and a rubber ducky on a stick. Tripods looking over Tempe Town Lake. Trip plans in March to San Francisco, wanting to go now. Tiredness, constantly. Tense meetings at work. Panic attacks. The doctor declares exhaustion. Too thinly spread. Big Casino. Leftover half a chicken. “Queer As Folk.” Getting friends jobs at the job I currently dislike. Getting to know Johnnie as a friend and co-worker rather than Miss Sassy. Overhearing of sports chatter and hating it. Burning a Book of Mormon for photo class. Justin and I posing as curious seekers at the Mormon Temple to obtain two free books. Click. People you thought were friends texting you back with “Who are u?” Cold breezes that are welcome. Chilly. The embrace of a kiss on a cool night. Body warmth. The fat hairy man at the library finally shaved his beard. Two campus lockdowns in thirty days. The gym. Sweat and onion rings. Working with the unappreciative.
Realizing life for what it is, not what it could be.
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