I Feel Like Love Is In the Kitchen with a Culinary Eye

I think he's making something special and I'm smart enough to try.

I really enjoy listening to Interpol. I could listen to it all the way to Vegas and back which is what I almost did. People did not want a music nazi, so I had to share the airway. Damn.

Vegas was great. At first I didn't want to go. I had some ideas about the trip: the way it was going to be, the things that would be done, the things that wouldn't be, etc. It was enough to make me pass up the trip. However, I was told that it would be great and my presence would be very much appreciated. I agreed to go.

It started out the way I thought it was going to. Finally I ditched the group and went on my merry way with another friend. Great times started. Now I wish it never ended. I'm back at school and work, and life doesn't seem as fulfilling. Lol. It's okay. Next month there's the trip to San Diego and the month after that, San Antonio. I have no idea if I'm going to go to Pride. Ah well.