Every so often reminded by the scent of certain colognes. How I would burry my face in his neck and the warmth would bounce back. Nothing else mattered. I don't miss him. I miss it. I miss closing my eyes while my head rested beside someone elses. I miss having my world turn upside down.

Gay country line dancing bar. Can you believe there is such a thing? Hoedowns is right. I will be back - only next time on a weekend when there will be many cute cowboys with tight jeans and cowboy boots dancing to Dolly Parton - or even better - Billy Ray. His picture is plastered everywhere at this place. Which is weird cause he has a mullet. Mullets are so wrong. So are tapered stonewashed jeans.

Figuring it's about time to get in shape again, each morning during this past week I've been motivated to go jogging. Trying to include variety I opted for the treadmill this morning. The treadmill in the fitness room with a television. The workout quickly turned into a six minute half-ass jog as my attention turned to The View. I have failed.

JUST A FOOL...

Of all moments to look like a fool, none is worse than on national television. Today, I was the nodding friend with bad wardrobe and fake reactions on Movie and a Makeover. It's hard to act surprised when you do multiple 'reveal' takes and when you've already seen this person's surprise chemically straightened hair for two weeks prior. My experience in high school productions as waiter, waiter 2, and man has failed me.
Yes, I will look like a fool who smiles for no apparent reason on national television.