Somebody put a bomb under my ass.
I think I am in a rut.
I live within walking distance of one of he most vibrant gay area's, one of the countries best bear scenes and I seem to be happy just to stay at home to vegitate in front of the ol' gogglebox.
And whore myself on the internet, of course.
Goes without saying.
I don't have too many friends in Manchester outside of the hotel and I think this is the issue.
I hate standing in a crowded pub on my own, feeling out of place, observing everybody else as they seem to be enjoying themselves.
As bolshy as I think I am, I am actually quite shy.
And while I am looking forward to the Pre-Hibearnation I am kinda dreading it as well.
I don't want to be the guy on the outside lookinjg as everybody else seems to be having a good time, I want to be on the inside looking out as I boogey with the grizzley's.
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