i love walking around outside. i love a body of water. if i don't see my river once i week i start losing it a little. trail walks feel almost grotesque in the winter sometimes. like a barren wasteland. looking for the details is where it's at
being gay is so hard sometimes like when a customer asks why you look taller to him today and you tell him you put lifts in your shoes and he doesn't even giggle he thinks you're serious and nods approvingly
