going virtual

the past two weeks have been a sort of virtual existence for me: being without a permanent home of my own, living out of a [very large!] suitcase [surviving with only three pairs of shoes!] whilst staying with a cool lesbian couple in the outer rim of the dallas-fort worth galaxy.

i've been spending a mind-numbing two hours of commute time each day in addition to the twelve-hour work days, not to mention that i've been holding fast to getting a work-out in every evening. that means getting home after ten, ladies and gentlemen, then falling right into bed so i can start the entire viscious cycle over again the next morning. how in hell do those surburbia-centered heteros do this day in and day out?

my big gay bike trip begins in one week in sevilla. i will teleport my virtual life into a virtual life in spain and hungary beginning wednesday morning. i'll send pitures, i promise! ciao for now...

in the background::viimeinen unelma:hector