NYC Diary #6
7:36 a.m. This is the week I write a poem on shrooms in the desert.
9:00 a.m. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I worked out with the hotter trainer. And then I feel guilty for thinking that. Because I’m very loyal. But also gay. The hotter trainer is a Scorpio anyway. Too obvious. Though sometimes what’s obvious is hot. I hate admitting that.
12:07 p.m. Today is an ex’s birthday. He was the nicest and most unremarkable ex. Is that bad to say? That nice people are not redeemable to me if they’re unremarkable. Oh well. Too bad. I said it. Happy birthday!