journal

Today has been a shit day and I do not know why

I think it could be because I was told by my boss
with the thinning hair
that my wardrobe is stuck in the 80s and lacks proper modernism
for the Style Ambassador look needed for the job.

I just laughed and pretended to care. Is this adulthood? Gross.

Get me out of here.

Now I understand why people are excited to see passion.
to them it is like a lost photo of their old friend.

It seems in the reality I am creating for myself, things are moving right along- slight hiccups but alright. But in this drudgery I give head to a younger man (denying him sex) just to feel some type of intimacy.

these old Americana country folk piss me off.