'come back to me a while, change your style again, come back to me a while, change your taste in men...'

i have been thinking and lately i've decided the type of boy i want to be with. lets call him normal boy. i have seen this type of boy around campus and around the city for that matter, and that's what i want. it's hard to define him, other than his ideal type of evening in with me would be to sit and watch movies and eat pizza/thai/anything that tastes good and doesn't involve rotting animal flesh. he would be around my height, skinny or a little more built, nice eyes, and can cook. i want a normal boy, not a gorgeous, 'the whole world looks at me' type boy that i tend to want. i want the boy next door. and i want him here, in my bed lol. no, i actually saw the perfect normal boy last friday at the queer mcgill party. he had the worst colour co-ordination ever (who the fuck wears a red checked button shirt with a green t-shirt underneath?), but the downside is he was laughing at my pool playing ability. well, maybe he isn't perfect. but i still want him. :-)

my style has changed sooo much over the past few years, and now i find myself in a place where i have no clear style. it's gravitates between le chateau gay boi and more punk-gothy style. but in high school i was into the whole coffee-house-vegan-spoke-word-poetry-and-underground type thing. the whole modern hippie thing, minus the not showering and nasty dreads thing. i always thought i would be like that in uni. it's funny because i am not. i don't know where i fit in, and perhaps that is the best thing for me. i can fit in wherever i want, whenever i want and never get any negative feedback for it. i am versatile that way.

... posted at 2:12 a.m. by gleefully gloomy. ...