Jaser's POZ Blog

Alright, actually, it's my aunt's basement - and even if I was in YOUR basement, I don't think finding a 5'5", 125lb lil queer boy would be too bad.

So, we finished moving our crap into my aunt and uncle's last night. It was raining and icing (hailing, technically, but it's a lot cuter to say 'icing' and besides, it makes more sense - what is a hail and how can it fall from the sky?) while I was packing shit into our car and it was perfectly miserable. I got to the point where I accidentally broke one of the laundry baskets I had stuffed in the trunk because I got tired of maneuvering things around so that they fit and just slammed the trunk hard enough so it closed despite the obstructions. Not such a good idea in retrospect.

So, when we finally got in I was cold and wet and annoyed. I have a really shitty back from years of using ace bandages to bind my chest as opposed to the better-suited-to-the-task undershirt binders from Underworks (although they still are far from comfortable) and halfway through UNpacking the car my back cramped up really bad.

I slept like a rock though. So that was cool.

Around 11 this morning the RCN guy came to hook up my net connection down here so I could get online and do my school work and talk to my friends and post blog entries for you all. It works great, but RCN-guy was fuckin' weird. I was sitting on the couch watching him hook up the wires and stuff and he kept looking over at me with this really difficult expression. I think he was nervous that I was watching him.

The best part though, was he finally finished and asked if he could use the bathroom. I told him to go right ahead, and at the same time his cell rang so he was talking on the phone as he was peeing and I could totally over hear his conversation:

"... oh, yeah, I know, baby ... haha, yeah - that is really dirty... yes... I love you, too...".

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I dropped off an application to a dry-cleaners down the street. A girl that works there is supposd to give me a call tonight, but so far nothing. God, I could really use that job.

Me and my dad later went out and got some Quiznos (there was this totally adorable Russian guy eating there at the same time at us and I kept looking over at his table) and then I picked up my mail at our house and then we came back here.

And now I'm doing working on sociology and talking to Matty. My aunt is watching some reality show. When my uncle comes home I'll be able to hear him shout loudly and obnoxiously over a football game, so that'll be fun.

- Jase.