I'm perched precariously on a precipice of promise. My predicament may perhaps promptly phase to pain. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
(“can i get a goddamned timpani roll for all these goddamned people?”)
I kinda feel like I shouldn't make this entry, like it should be something I finally hold on to and keep for myself. Though, too late for that as I've already told several people. I fear my inability to hold things in curses them. I think that everything I've written in a certain notebook of mine has turned to crap. I'm a bit superstitious like like. Regardless, I have an ongoing need, desire, whatever to write about all the mundane details of my life. Well, actually the reason I'm writing is because life is currently not-so-mundane…
Oh life. How incredibly silly. I met this Ty person online a month or two ago now. I met his boyfriend on Sunday. Since then, it's been Mr. Topher's wild ride. Ty made mention on Monday morning of how Matt (boyfriend) has discussed having a three person relationship. You know, you have two boyfriends and they're boyfriends. A thruple. A threesome. A triad. A triangle. A French thing I can't spell. I… thought it was a great idea. Ty's not mentioned it since.
He did say he wouldn't want to have a threesome with Matt because it would affect him oddly. Oh, I should mention that they're in an open relationship. And Matt thinks I'm quite cute. Tuesday night I watched cartoons with him and cuddled. I felt a little awkward when Ty walked in, but whatever. Ty doesn't want to tell Matt that him and I have had… relations. Heh. yes, my life is sometimes like a most wonderfully fucked up movies. Maybe we can kill a gas station attendant after he charges us $6.66.
I'm going to smoke pot for my first time with Matt.
I'm going to get drunk with both of them.
I really hope this can work out in some fucked up way.