Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Weight: 172
So, yeah, it's July and it's hot as hell in Los Angeles these days, but I'm somewhat abnormally fixated on the coming Halloween. (Don't laugh; Halloween is big in WeHo and I don't want to deal with last-minute running around.) I firmly believe that every gay boy needs to be a cowboy at some point (which I haven't done yet), but I also believe that every gay boy who works out needs to be a superhero at least once. I'm leaning toward one particular superhero for this year's festivities, one that should be simple enough, but I'm fraught with anxiety. If I can't get it just exactly right (body, costume, hair, etc.) then I'm worried that I'm just going to look like pathetic. Especially with "Who Wants to be a Superhero?" about to come on the air, which I'm sure will be liberally interspersed with examples of the less-than-spectacular entrants who didn't make the show.
So typical, isn't it? I simply want to do something fun, but I'm already intimidating and psyching myself out with that little voice in my head telling me that I'm just not cool enough to pull it off. Oh dear lord, now I'm having flashbacks to high school...
So, yeah, it's July and it's hot as hell in Los Angeles these days, but I'm somewhat abnormally fixated on the coming Halloween. (Don't laugh; Halloween is big in WeHo and I don't want to deal with last-minute running around.) I firmly believe that every gay boy needs to be a cowboy at some point (which I haven't done yet), but I also believe that every gay boy who works out needs to be a superhero at least once. I'm leaning toward one particular superhero for this year's festivities, one that should be simple enough, but I'm fraught with anxiety. If I can't get it just exactly right (body, costume, hair, etc.) then I'm worried that I'm just going to look like pathetic. Especially with "Who Wants to be a Superhero?" about to come on the air, which I'm sure will be liberally interspersed with examples of the less-than-spectacular entrants who didn't make the show.
So typical, isn't it? I simply want to do something fun, but I'm already intimidating and psyching myself out with that little voice in my head telling me that I'm just not cool enough to pull it off. Oh dear lord, now I'm having flashbacks to high school...
