i'm confused.
what a way to start a post, i know. got your attention, eh?

while working, planting mundane flowers in a stagnant pond filled with goose poop, one of my coworkers asked me if i was completely straight.
since when is that even part of every day conversation? let alone for the girl who switched deparments only one week ago... and a girl you barely know?
i mean i can shoot the shit with the best of them. don't let me mislead you. i can keep up with the boys and roll with the punches as it were. i kiss and tell. it's not like these people know them. well, fingers crossed hail mary they don't.
but that's besides the point. my sexual orientation isn't every day conversation. yes, it's one way and not the other and i wouldn't really want to try batting for the other team. i'm sure it's got its upsides too, but i'm too in love with the biology of a male and a female to really get into plastics. ain't no feelin' like the real thing and all that jazz.

this is probably the first time in my entire life that someone has insinuated or questioned my sexual orientation. minus when i go out with my gay friends they give the occasional, you are such a lesbian, but that's an insult to such a fierce breeder like myself [haaa yeah right i wish]. when we go out, we're looking for the same thing: a cute boy. although, when i go out with them it's like putting a goldfish in with pirhanas. i'm in over my head when i go out with them. then again, it's always on their turf and not mine, which makes pickings slim to nil to begin with, but those that are there to chose from have some dark mystery behind those eyes and you get to thinking of why they really came.
[editors note: i almost put a that's what he said joke right here. see what working with grown men who still make jokes about penis' has done to me?!]

i'm a little rattled. do i give off that vibe to people who don't know me? is that the case!? i certainly hope not. i am who i am, and it's unfortunate i come off that way. i don't mean to. i'm just trying to get through 9.5 hours of holy unhappiness without either biting someone's head off or falling asleep in my shoes. today it was trying not to go ass over tea kettle into a pond i'm sure you can get beaver fever from.
tomorrow it'll probably be how to best avoid getting heaps of cuts from the beaver fence. my mind is not focused on coming off straight.
what is this world coming to?!

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i'm confused.
what a way to start a post, i know. got your attention, eh?

while working, planting mundane flowers in a stagnant pond filled with goose poop, one of my coworkers asked me if i was completely straight.
since when is that even part of every day conversation? let alone for the girl who switched deparments only one week ago... and a girl you barely know?
i mean i can shoot the shit with the best of them. don't let me mislead you. i can keep up with the boys and roll with the punches as it were. i kiss and tell. it's not like these people know them. well, fingers crossed hail mary they don't.
but that's besides the point. my sexual orientation isn't every day conversation. yes, it's one way and not the other and i wouldn't really want to try batting for the other team. i'm sure it's got its upsides too, but i'm too in love with the biology of a male and a female to really get into plastics. ain't no feelin' like the real thing and all that jazz.

this is probably the first time in my entire life that someone has insinuated or questioned my sexual orientation. minus when i go out with my gay friends they give the occasional, you are such a lesbian, but that's an insult to such a fierce breeder like myself [haaa yeah right i wish]. when we go out, we're looking for the same thing: a cute boy. although, when i go out with them it's like putting a goldfish in with pirhanas. i'm in over my head when i go out with them. then again, it's always on their turf and not mine, which makes pickings slim to nil to begin with, but those that are there to chose from have some dark mystery behind those eyes and you get to thinking of why they really came.
[editors note: i almost put a that's what he said joke right here. see what working with grown men who still make jokes about penis' has done to me?!]

i'm a little rattled. do i give off that vibe to people who don't know me? is that the case!? i certainly hope not. i am who i am, and it's unfortunate i come off that way. i don't mean to. i'm just trying to get through 9.5 hours of holy unhappiness without either biting someone's head off or falling asleep in my shoes. today it was trying not to go ass over tea kettle into a pond i'm sure you can get beaver fever from.
tomorrow it'll probably be how to best avoid getting heaps of cuts from the beaver fence. my mind is not focused on coming off straight.
what is this world coming to?!