That smell? I totally thought it was you.

Today's been a whirlwind of bus rides and walking, music and staring at myself (vain or just gay?) in store windows.

But it wasn't until right now that I figured out why I smell like a Taco Bell: I forgot to put on deodorant. I remembered to shower this morning, brush my teeth, do my hair, and yet that completely slipped my mind?

Opera Boy is in Texas right now, so we haven't been able to see each other in person since our emails, although we had some really amazing talks before he left. He'll be back by the end of the week, I think, and in the mean time all I can do is come up with some very graphic ways to say hello to him on his return.

I'd send an S.O.S., but I'm happy on the island.

I've been without internet for the entirety of December and that'll probably mean a internet-less January as well. It's been like having my balls in a vise.

My two-week Christmas/Winter vacation has just come to a close, and my stint as a photography lab technician has ended, too.

But I'm "dating" a guy I actually wrote about back in September.I guess I should add, that contrary to what I wrote, he's actually really nice and he sings opera.

We've gone out on two separate occasions in December, but they weren't "dates" per say, just us doing things together. But on our second outing, we went to a museum and saw a Magrite exhibit, and while that was a bust (Boo, Surrealism!) we became really comfortable around each other.

Since then he's written me a lovely email telling me that I'm "cute, weird, and funny." Which is what a boy always wants to hear. And he's asked if I'd like to take things further into actual proper dating.

My initial reaction is to reply back with a "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING, YES!!!!!", but I'll try to prevent myself from bursting into happy, gay flames.

It's going to be a good year.