No more Krazy Kat

(moved from the old diary-type thing)

I've decided to give up on that mouse. If I go on this way, I'll only end up getting hurt over and over again. If it isn't the bricks, it's something else... but the result is the same. Besides, it's foolish to wait for something so uncertain. I've had quite enough and I'll have to contend on being just her friend.

Masquerade

(moved from the old diary-type thing)

Went to a costume party last Friday. What fun it was – I was dressed as a mafia guy, complete with a pinstripe suit, hat, silver-tipped cane and a white carnation... and to top it all, I'd removed my glasses and painted a thin mustache (so that I wouldn't be instantly recognized).

Normally I don't like being mistaken for a guy, but this was different – it was intentional and just for fun. And I enjoyed myself immensely. A lot more so, when an acquaintance (a fellow at the gay disco where we finally ended up) told me he thought I really was a guy until I talked to him. Wow... *wide grin*

I'd repeat that performance in a minute!