just want back in your head...

This time last year, I spent the night with my three favourite people in all the world. Two best guy friends who were both in love with me. We were The Triangle, in so many senses of the word. And last year we played I Never and Truth or Dare and Glen wore my bra for hours. And we were so close. They were inner sanctum. They were I will lay down my life for you. And this year? The boys don't love me: they both have girlfriends. Glen and I will never be friends like we were again, or at all, I don't think, and it's not fair of him to write things suggesting otherwise in Christmas cards, when I rationally and logically know them to be untrue, but it's like this little persistent hope thing you know? I hate that stupid voice. And Joe and I have been screwy for like...weeks and fuck knows why. I always thought we'd have a better break up, a blaze of glory break up, but I guess I was wrong.

So. In a year. I've lost my inner sanctum. I've also kissed...nine people, I think. And had a kinda sorta tent based three some. And had a whole lot of orgasms thanks to my battery powered toys; I really do love masturbation. I'm a total boy. And there was the Mighty Boosh Live and Hot Club de Paris, which were both really fricking awesome.

What a difference a year makes.

Oh, and some things stay the same. Like my dad having to visit the hospital around Christmas time. At least you can rely on him to be a constant in this world of flux.