bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
I'm reading some journalblog archives of some new found site, and the quote "We are all of us in the gutter, some of us are looking at the stars" is mentioned. I smile, as there is no way I ever think of Oscar Wilde, but of course The Pretenders. Then I have to hear the song, and am too lazy to figure out which CD it's on, and where that CD is, so I open up WinMX, and Google, and begin the search. Once I find it, and it's downloading, I get up to go to the kitchen. Its well after 4 a.m., I shouldn't be up, but I just wasn't getting any real sleep, so here I am. The drunks who have fled the closed bars are filling up the chatrooms, I'm ready for some ice cream, and I stand up. Before I move, I look over toward the bed in my dimly lit room, and see a figure sprawled across the far side of the bed. The pillows and blankets have conspired to fool me into thinking there's an actual person under all that, and I was only able to enjoy that fantasy for all of 2-1/2 seconds. Look 'round the room; life is unkind. We fall but we keep gettin' up; over and over and over and over and over and over......