I'm so tired anymore, that I don't really know how to deal with it. My hot gay roommate (hereafter Josh) and I have had pretty much opposite schedules for a while, and nothing is really developing on that side of life. Maybe it's not so much opposite schedules as mine kind of encompasses his for a long time on both sides. I definitely worked like, 11hours a couple of days ago, and I might be doing it again tomorrow. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the money associated with the hours and all, but jeeze it's exhausting.
One of my coworkers and I had a conversation the other day that was pretty interesting. We'll call him Kyle, just in case he should come up again later. Well, Kyle is queerer than a three dollar bill. I've definitely met stodgy old married women with a dozen kids who were more attracted to girls than he is. The biggest give away is that he never talks to/about them, and never looks at them. Conversely, he always talks to/about guys, and looks at us. So the conversation went something like this.
Kyle: I just want you to know that I play for the straight team, not the away team.
Kyle: I swing for the straight team, not the other team.
Me: What? I don't understand what you're getting at.
Kyle: A lot of people here think I'm gay, and I just want to clear up that I'm not.
Me: Your sexuality is none of my business, but you really do give off a gay vibe.
Kyle: Exactly. Everybody thinks I'm gay.
Me: It's not like it matters.
Kyle: Yeah it does. I don't want people to think that about me.
Me: Whatever you want, buddy. I officially won't ask you out now.
Kyle(Loudly): Wait! You're Gay!?
Me: Yeah. Couldn't you tell?
Kyle: ... ... ... ... ... Subject Change.
Rather than being repulsed, Kyle seemed to want to be my best friend after that. I don't think any further evidence needs to be submitted to close his case. He's pretty cute too.
Anyway, I don't remember where I was going with that, but I promise I'll keep you posted on all of my escapades.