"Anyone who's ever been in love will tell you that this is no time for a chat!"

Hi. My name is Graham, and I'm a caffeine addict. It has been three minutes since my last Frappucino. But before that I didn't have caffeine for two whole days and, let me tell you, the headache I started to get today? Fucking blew.

But that's not what you're reading this for, is it? You are all dying to know more about a boy. And, trust me, I am dying to tell you.

So....I went back to Michael's apartment the other night, like I said I was going to. Soon after I got there, Allison (his friend from the night before) was there. She's very cool. We all sort of sat around and didn't do much of anything, but we had a good time. I guess there was stuff on TV we were watching, but unless it was HGTV all night I honestly don't remember what it was -- so I'm guessing if there was more than HGTV stuff it wasn't all that entertaining.
I'll tell you what I do remember though: at one point in the night, Allison and he were getting ready to go out on the balcony and smoke, and all of a sudden, quite randomly, he kissed me. Just a kiss on the lips, but it was still really, really nice. I know, I know, I'm lame. Whatever.
So, following that, Michael and I went to bed, cuddled, and slept.

In the morning, we both got ready for our days and went our separate ways, he to school and I to Brendan's. He kissed me again in the parking lot which was totally cool (especially since I'm so used to the Pennsylvania atmosphere where man-on-man PDA is a strict no-no unless you want "FAG" spray painted on the side of your car). I won't lie, I may have stopped breathing for a second at that point. Maybe.

At the end of the day we talked, and I ended up going -- surprise! -- to Michael's apartment. He and I watched Monster House and I drank -- because he doesn't like rum, and he was surprisingly and sweetly not annoyed with me being seriously tipsy (I'm a lightweight, I hate it). When we went to bed, I was totally obnoxious and couldn't shut up, so eventually I rolled over so I wouldn't see him and might fool myself into thinking I was alone and had no one to talk to. That worked, though when I woke up later in the night I was spooning with him, so I guess that started at some point.
So, this morning, we parted ways with a long hug and a kiss that -- I think -- he may have been aiming for my cheek and I was aiming for his lips. Whoops.

I'm expecting two things tonight: 1) I will not be able to sleep tonight -- alone, in my bed -- having just spent most of the past week sleeping with him in his.
2) Our little romantic and super fun fling is most likely at a close. I'm okay with that, I'm mostly glad it happened at all. I mean, if more is meant to happen, it will, right? So we'll see.

I know that he'll be at XS on Thursday, but following that I don't know when I'll see him again.

(Michael wanted me to put pictures of him up, so I got one off his Myspace.)

PS Forever ago was the last time I did this:

This Page is Rated
NC-17
graham-grahamblings.blogspot.com

And I was only PG-13 then!! I'm growing up! :P

"Gays of Our Lives"

My life is sometimes compared to a soap opera. I won't lie, sometimes it seems like it would make a good TV show. Most of the time though, I laugh at those jokes.
Not so much this weekend. This weekend has been very, very soap operatic.

Craig seems to be warm for my form* again, so that's good news. I know, every time I post it's hot or cold, but at least right now....all's well that's going well for the time-being. :-P

This weekend was...WOW. I went to work Friday, and brought two dear friends of mine who were fully intending on getting shitfaced. And oh boy did they ever!
When we got into the car to go home (this is after the bouncer Nelson helped me bring them to the car in the first place) the vomiting started. We'd been smart and brought bags. But that was when my number one fan, also drunk, decided that he should get in the passenger seat of the car next to me and try to convince me to go home with him. Now, he's like seventy, so I was pretty much like "Pop your Viagra, get a facelift or six, and come back fifty years ago. Then we'll talk." For a number one fan, he hadn't even tipped me that night, so I decided if he kept it up he was going to become my number one restraining order.
My friends vomited the entire hour ride back to school. They were still vomiting for a good long while after we got them into the dorm that I was dropping them off in.

Needless to say, I slept most of Saturday after a night like that.
Then I headed on over to the mall to get my car fixed (as I've been driving on a spare since I blew a tire two weeks ago). They had the tire. They had the rim. They were all ready to stick on my car. "Fifteen minutes," they said, "Stick around."
So I stuck around.
One hour I stuck around. I was not pleased.

So, just by sad coincidence, I was supposed to be at the theater exactly when that hour ended. So I called my stage manager for my one act and professed my profound apologies at the incompetence of the Tires Plus people. Not incompetence -- lack of time management skills.

The one acts went marvelously, and then went and struck the set. I left strike early, and went to go get ready for work. So I'm mildly shocked when Cody gives me a call and asks for Jason's number.
Now, how had he missed the little game or whatever it was where Jason refuses to give me his number and totally toys with me and my gullibility over this? C'mon now, let's be real. So I say no, and ask why.
Well, what was going on was Josh's own personal issues so I won't go into them but let me just say that this kind of shit belongs on television, not in real life. End of discussion. Get me a camera crew if this gonna keep up.

So I got to work and Cody called me to let me know that Josh was okay and safe. Cody had been out looking for Josh for at least forty-five minutes and he stayed with him until Josh's parents arrived. Then Cody came out to XS because of something else major going out:
Our friend from last school year, David, had disappeared in June when he started dating this MAJOR creepy asswad. They broke up (I think) last week, and David was just now coming back to us. Like when a character comes back to life in a TV show. It was very exciting, very good. He's shaved his head...but, hey, whatever works for him. He has a nice car now so that's an improvement. :-P
I also made a few new friends, although I didn't manage to get all their numbers so I'm hoping they'll be back for the big party that is next Saturday!

The three of us crashed at a friend of David's place. Cody slept on the floor, and David and I tried to share the couch but that wasn't so much happening. Noting my discomfort, the friend invited me to sleep in his bed with him. He warned me he was a cuddler.
Cuddling, however, led to shirt-removal, which led to making out....you know where I'm going with this. It meant nothing, it really was nothing. Just a hook-up. So incredibly just a hook-up, that it is the most hook-uppiest hook-up I have ever hooked. Which I think I'm oddly okay with, although I do feel kind of like a slut.

Today, Cody and I hung out. He brought me Oreos. Big mistake. I've been battling my addiction to those cookies and for three weeks I've not had any in the room. He brought two packages. He's a friggin' enabler. These are normal ones, but next thing you know...it's Double Stuf. Then it's the chocolate covered, or peanut butter, or caramel, or white fudge, or the funky red-cream holiday ones! And then before you know it, I'm back to spending all of my money on Oreos and not on important things!


*Credit for this phrase goes to my fabulous friend Mel!

Weekly Random Picture

Yeah, this is your Wednesday's Random Picture.

I promise it's more random than Pete Ross' collage of graham products (although this is nowhere near as amazing.)Yeah. I think that's all that needs to be said about that.

In real world news, today was a day of incident and consequence.
I did not have to do my presentation I thought I had to do for Comm. today so I showed up for class in a suit. I looked hot, true, but there really was no reason for it.
Then I went to catch the train, missed it, waited around, and caught the next one with a large group of fellow college students headed home. We pretty much took over a train car and had a social hour. And I met another Rhode Islander from my school!!!

Anyways, I'm home now.

Oh, and happy National Coming Out Day everyone!

And did I mention that I got more Savage Garden songs today? This is becoming an addiction to rival my Oreo thing...