Caterwauling

Had a really good interview on Friday, and two good ones today, for a story on a family where the dad “came out” when the kids were young (they’re close to my age now). I’ve spent the whole day on the story, with lots more work to go, unfortunately. But the dad is just a special guy, and I’m so glad he and his kids have a phenomenal relationship … talking with really cool people truly is one of the few perks to working at this job (other than having an awesome boss! lol).

I would kill to have a dad like the one I interviewed, instead of the (unfortunately) hetero deadbeat I left back in Pittsburgh. Not sure how or why I’ve become the eternal fag hag … perhaps I might as well just join the crowd and go gay myself? My guy from Philly used to tell me that I really didn’t spray myself with “heterosexual male repellent” (available only at Nordstrom! lol), although some days, I beg to differ. 😀 God knows there was a chick checking me out big time when SM and I were leaving the mall on Saturday. Problem was, I’ve dated men more fem than her. I figure, if I’m gonna go for a chick, she’s gotta be of the lipstick variety.

Oh, gawd, why has my mind even GONE here? Too many warm, fuzzy gay stories today. Damn it, off to the gym to look at sweaty men with the intelligence quotients of burnt toast! Woo hoo!!!

I think I need a quick gym visit today. SM and I are on for tomorrow, but I’m hoping to acquire enough energy to drag my lazy ass to Bally’s for an hour after work. Or maybe I’ll catch up on work instead. I don’t know. What I DO know is that all this physical activity is making me horny as hell, and being surrounded by heaving, glistening bodies isn’t doing anything to reduce this overwhelming sex drive. SM says she’s feeling the same way … glad to know it isn’t just me! Gawd, I could ride a tree stump at this point, I’m so desperate to mount something. 🙂

But when I’m not at the gym, this ridiculous combination of depression and boredom and listlessness is really kicking my ass. I’d love nothing better than to go to sleep for a week, or at least until payday, when I can wake up, pay a couple more bills, and return to bed for awhile.

My whole theory is that it sucks to be poor, but it sucks even worse when it’s summer and the days are long and languid and beautiful, making you just want to run from the house. I realize that even though my income is pitiful at best right now, my whole family survived on the very same amount of money and lived fairly well. Granted, we weren’t the richest family on the block (by no means), but we did okay. It’s just kinda sad how at one time, four people could live on my earnings, and today, not even one person can make ends come close to meeting.