I'm in the strangest mood. I feel like I could fall in love at the drop of a hat. I saw Neil Patrick Harris on TV and thought: "Why did I ever break up with him?" We were never together, but my desire for reconciliation was almost unbearable. I'm not talking about lust here, people. I speak of LOVE! True instantaneous enamoration! I fell in love almost everywhere I went today. Even the Laundromat seemed to have a romantic feel this afternoon.
Maybe it's that I am getting older and my "nesting" instincts are kicking in... Like the gay guys version of a biological clock. I may only have a few more years of cuteness left before I turn "old school." I have a desperate need that I tried to fill by shopping. Yesterday I spent about three hundred dollars on all makes and models: new bedsheets, dishes, herbal colon cleansers, a tower fan. On the other hand, the teenager-I-never-was wanted: video games, DVD's and a carton of cigarettes.
To my credit, I did get the double-disc special edition of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? and came to the conclusion that I am not Bette Davis, though I get that comparison a lot. I see the battle of the Hudson Sisters going on in my own head. Lately, Blanche has been moping about, feeling sorry for herself. I think it's time to let Jane out to play or, at least, let her kill something and serve it up on a silver tray.
The birds in my neighborhood are going crazy with the singing, especially at night. It sort of sets a "love is in the air" mood, but with the "bird flu" and all... Let's just say, death is in the air and it sounds beautiful. To quote Michael Stipe: "Oh no! I've said too much! I set it up."
2 comments:
You broke up with him when he had to move to NYC to play The Emcee in Cabaret didn't you? But you shouldn't have. It was a limited engagement. Like everything else.
Amen.
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