- I remember there were two key events that transpired that informed me that I was fully and completely a part of Threadless:

1. People started referring to me by my real name (or a derivation of it)
2. Kayce instant messaged me out of nowhere and told me not to dress as the lead singer of VHS or Beta.

And that's when I knew. I was accepted. For the most part. I mean, how far does acceptance ever really go?

- It's finally the end of the year for me. The summer is here.

I remember I was on the campus bus a few weeks ago. I sat next to a girl, average, a bit on the big-boned side, but she seemed nice, a generally good person.

As we were heading off to our destination, a distinct scent hit my nostrils. Wondering where the musk came from, I searched and sniffed, until I finally realized where the smell was coming from. The girl next to me smelled of Cheez-Its or Goldfish crackers.

Unable to hide my erection, I revealed the Beast to her, and we proceeded to make love. Folds and folds of skin and flesh met, greeted, and embraced.

We came to my stop, and she had lost several calories (I am a demon of a workout).

Me? I had the taste of Cheetos on my lips.

There isn't a lesson to be learned from that exchange, no moral to the story, no reason for any of it, and who knows if any of it is true.

I'm just really tired.

Love and Peace