I have been happily unwed to a guy named Josh (hairboy) for the last 10 years. We have a house that suits us in the county, aka West Jesus, where we have our two dogs and five cats... yeah five, don't ask. Between his schedule and mine we don't get to spend a lot of time with each other and I think that is the secret to our success. Currently, we are toying with the idea of having a ceremony next Fall. We won't be having one because of our undying love for the other, after 10 years that's all gone anyway along with regular sex, but rather for spite and revenge for all the gifts we have bought our marrying breeder friends for getting married, having parasites, and all the damn gift-wrap and cookies their evil spawn peddle to us.
For the last 12 years I have been a professional anarchist specializing in corporate assassination, aka graphic designer and marketeer. A few months ago I decided I needed a change. My original reason for going to college was to be a biologist so I decided to start there. I was too old to go through med school, being a nurse sounded boring, so I turned to paramedicine and that's what took. So in a few months, if the planets align, I will be on what will finally be a new career I can live with. I just hope the people I treat can say the same thing!
Other than that its all about your standard faggoty trade...dancing, shopping, drinking, whoring, bitching, manscaping, skin care, fragrance, making breeders feel better about themselves and their mundane lives, and gym hopping... okay so maybe not all that much gym hopping. *sigh*
