Most amazing quote from my pretend life partner Jay Brannan:
"I always wanted to be bulimic but I have no gag reflex. So pretty much, you can either be skinny or give great head."
Which would you choose? Given that I haven't been to the gym in about 5 days, I'm thinking that proficiency in oral sex is clearly my calling.
Otherwise, not a lot. In Toronto, not having the best day. Job interview yesterday that went well, if a bit Jewy. The guy looked like the photographer from Just Shoot Me in a yamulka. Apartment hunting is not nearly as fun as I thought it would be now that I realize what $900 gets you in this town. To make matters worse, my parents told about this amazing building with a fitness room and rooftop terrace... and rent starting at about $1,200. Why is my dad such a bitch?
Pride was fun, though I had one of those fateful nights that are equally impossible to plan as they are to forget. It was amazement embodied in what I nearly possessed, if you can ever actually own someone. Coming face to face with what I almost had has left me with an emotional hangover, which is resulting in not going out today and eating a lot of cheese. Unfortunately, my aunt and uncle don't eat any cheese that are remotely comforting. Neither a brie nor Camembert in sight. It's hard to get an endorphin rush off of parm reggiano and stoned wheat thins. Entertainment value in a city where you know only a handful of people and like only some of them is rather low. My hetero lifeline is doing a bang up job at being a one person support system, but it's unfair to ask any more of him. I miss the comforts of easy friendships at home, those that know your history, all of your rememberthattime?s.
Only 6 more weeks of this nomadic bullshit.