There’s nothing metaphysical about it, unless of course you flatter yourself into thinking that what You’re experiencing is "yearning."

2007-12-12
The twilight of my twenties and here I am sipping a birthday martini and hoping against hope that Bryan got me that fancy man-bag from that chi-chi homo-fabulous-fag store on Atlantic avenue. But he probably didn't.

I do know that tonight DJ sofa (the lovely Carson) will be playing all the disco and new wave hits I love and we will take over a gallery on 25th street and dance the night away.

Wish you all were here or wish I were there . . It's hard to tell sometimes.




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