Howdy all, hope you're doing well.
I've got loads of stories, plenty of writing to do and just a little angst about some gay issues...but I've also been writing (and freezing) my ass of during my last semester of university. That all means not a lot of time for the blog, which really annoys me since I have quite a few posts in the works, but none really finished.
And now it gets worse, I'm off on my winter vacation...to the UK. Yes, I'm escaping the frozen north for a country with record snowfall and still below zero temperatures. Ugh. But I hear the beer's good...plus I get to see a bunch of people that I haven't been able to spend time with in a long while.
This is my very first trip completely alone. I've never traveled from one place to another completely by myself, even though I'm usually the one in control of the people I'm traveling with. I'm completely capable of it, and completely secure...yet my mother had to just get one last little piece of parental advice in during my car ride back to Toronto.
"Just be safe. I want you to be safe and come back all in one piece, happy and healthy."
I laughed and shook my head. "Yeah, I usually put myself in harm's way. You know me, always jumping off cliffs..."
"Well, just be careful while you're there with everything...and sexually..."
Wow, for a person I don't discuss my sex life with, it's kinda funny that dear old mom knows I'll be keeping my options open during my trip. Not that I'm seeking to bed surf my way across the home of my ancestors, or anything. I'll just let whatever happens happen. Besides, it sounds like my friends are insisting that I try to woo a Briton. Why, I have no idea.
But hey, I'm on vacation.
