Whoa. Things change.
The old is new,
The tried and true
has disappeared in favor if this--
that confronts me this morning.
Guess I shouldn't have stayed away
staid my hand
stained my already imperfect track record.
But here I sit,
ass sticking to this damn chair that
Because that precludes getting a new one.
Out with the old, I say.
Or do I?
Thus far I've graduated college with an English degree (read: I work in a bank), come out to friends and family (read: I'm gay), accompanied my boyfriend of seven years to all kinds of sweet events (read: I'm taken), and managed not to make too many enemies in the whole process. Life is...