Catching Up
Nov. 19th, 2008 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgallerySunday - Don't remember anything about today, except that we had sex at some point, which was good, but I still found myself randy in the middle of the night.
Monday - I got nuthin.
Tuesday - Chicken Salad Sammiches at the Che. Yumm. Ken went with Dallas to see Alanis Morissette - they were pretty tipsy when I picked them up, and Ken crashed as soon as we got home.
Wednesday - Sex!
Thursday - Maybe should have tapped out of game, but it was the first time I was going to be able to see Michael, so I went. Had fun - killed some baddies, didn't eat TOO many nuts. Had a lot of trouble sleeping. Around 4:30, I finally took a Tylenol PM, which did nothing for another hour.
Friday - Slept in too late for tutoring, missed the rest of the day of classes. Ken and I went to Rich's alone, and he didn't care for the music again. I danced a little on the sidelines, but eventually we just went home. On the way, I talked to him briefly about the year before. Originally, my question was just whether he would have stayed in a relationship with me if I had insisted he get tested. He misinterpreted the question, and told me that if I had insisted he get tested, he would have demanded a concrete reason why I wanted him to, other than it's just what you do before you stop using condoms. Wow. Anyway, the answer to my question was "yes, he would have stayed with me, even being a top in a magnetic relationship."
Saturday - I had a shoot in the morning, which they pushed back an hour so that I could get to the protest on time, only to have another of the cast members be over an hour late, and not know most of his lines. *sigh* We went to last weeks...I guess that's enough. Did little to nothing with the rest of the day - I studied some, but not enough. Ken made us a great spinach and squash pasta dish, and then we headed over to our friend Chris's for pre-drinks. Saw Hank and Jonathan there, along with lots of the rest of the older, cool gay crowd. Ken left early on to meet back up with Justin at our place. I chatted with some people at the party, but eventually found my way to the kitchen, where I stood gossiping with Michael and making people drinks until it was time to leave. One of the other gents paid my cover, since I used my card to get us front of the line priveleges. I had a great time dancing with the boys, and then Ken was there. I'm not really sure if it's been the number of times he's disappeared on me at Rich's, and been up to no good, or if I was just in a bad mood, but I decided to yell at him incoherently later in the evening. He got home before me, and I apparently also decided to do some shopping at Ralph's. I brought home two packages of soy sausage, a can of artichoke hearts, a frozen vegan eggplant rollatini, and a case of vegan cheese. Ate one of the things of soy sausage, smacked my knee HARD at some point, ended up banging on the door, because I guess I forgot I had my spare key with me. I definitely had higher hopes for the night.
Sunday - Woke up with a hangover and a really bad limp. Ken wanted to go patio furniture shopping, but we didn't end up doing it. We did go to lunch at Amarin, where I had a side of mock duck, which was cheap and reasonable, as far as the portion, and I think I'm going to get it in the future. Walked back home, then over to Universal, where Mike and Tim were having mimosas. I'm not sure if it was all the drinking I had done, or the strange combination of foodstuffs I had, but it was pretty much all I could do to hang onto my barstool. Nelson and Kenny showed up, and hung out for a while before we went to Chipotle for dinner, and then over to Mo's for more drinks. I didn't eat anything at Chipotle, and hadn't drank anything but water that day, and continued not drinking at Mo's. Some semi-attractive guy named Doug was hitting on me. I mentioned to Ken that he wanted to come over, only to have him abjectly REFUSE to give a yes, or a no, or any answer at all. I had a couple shots, and Doug's friend Richard bought me a drink, so I was a little buzzed. Also talked to his friend Rich, who was 3 sheets. Doug kept rubbing my crotch, and I finally told him that wasn't the half of me he wanted, and that I was a strict bottom. He seemed unperturbed, and kept right on flirting. Ken and I left, with his phone number. I got home, got cleaned up, and Doug came over. He had one of the smallest dicks I've ever seen, though apparently not the smallest that Ken has ever seen. Ken was going to fuck him at one point, but I vetoed that. Doug petulantly asked why not, and I very politely declined to give the snarky answer, and instead just said "because I said so." Ken fucked me off the side of the bed, and the guy fucked him for a bit...they both seemed at a loss for what else to do, and I asked if I could fuck Ken. No answer, so I asked again. No answer. We were going to try to dp the guy, but my hard-on left as soon as I even thought about it. Damn. They tried to dp me, but the guy kept trying to fuck me and falling out. I finally just fucked him with a dildo until he came. Not a bad shot, for all that everything else was awful.
Neither Ken nor I had cum, so we had James, who I had sex with the week Ken was gone, over. Some head giving, some rimming, and then they dp'ed me. Ken ended up cumming, and the guy wanted to get fucked by him. Ken told him I was the gatekeeper on that. Again, he came while I fucked him with a dildo, and then I came while he fingered me. I'm happy to accept those times he's cheated and gotten extra notches in exchange for advantageous rules in favor of my notches now. I'm not really in the business of getting him laid. If some vers guy hits on him, they can come over and fuck me, and be fucked by him. For that matter, if it's a first time trick for both of us, and they want to do that. I am not playing pimp for other bottoms.
Monday - Had a paper due in the morning, and had to take Ken to the train station. Got both done just barely, then headed to class. Didn't end up paying much attention in Crim, since a friend of mine was chatting with me on Yahoo. Oh, well. Picked Ken up from the train, and we headed home. He made us a quick, light dinner of tofu and a salad, and then headed off to the new Bond flick with Justin. I stayed home, had a couple drinks, and worked on my paper. It still wasn't done by the time he wanted to go to bed, though I tried, and finally turned it in at 11:30. He was already asleep, and I had trouble sleeping again. This time I took a Pm at 12 or so, and was asleep by one.
Tuesday - I meant to go to the extra Property tutoring in the morning, but slept in a little too late. Also meant to go to my Legal Skill's office hours, but that was even before tutoring. At Legal Skills, I made some edits to my paper and turned it in again, and talked with some of the other girls about their papers. I also managed to catch the teacher on her way out, and got some advice. Paid attention in Crim, but not enough. There was a Thanksgiving Festival at school at 5, and it was 4:30 by the time I finished with my notes, so I considered staying for it. Called Ken, who advised I stay and see what they had. I did, and they had nothing vegan. Fuckers. Headed home, where Ken was watching TV. He didn't know what to make for dinner, but wanted to rent a movie, so I walked with him over to Blockbuster, then to Ralph's so he could pick up salad materials. Also stopped by TJ's so I could pick up more pasta. Back at home, we made our respective dinners, and he watched the movie. I tried to study, but really wasn't getting anything done. I finally booted up the computer and started working on my legal resume, and also working on some regular maintenance. Ken went to the room around 9:30, but said he was just going to be reading his book. He found a granormous daddy longlegs on the ceiling, and it fell to me to take it outside. I'm not really sure why, but at least I get to feel "mannish" when I do stuff like that. I was briefly freaked out, but calmed down enough for him to talk of rewarding me with kisses. The kisses didn't go anywhere, but they were nice, and I had high hopes for the rest of the evening. I finished my stuff around 10, but didn't have anything better to do while he was reading, so I just poked about a while longer. At 10:30, I went in to find him dozing. He said he had been waiting for me, I said I had been waiting for him. Blah. I laid down and snuggled next to him, and he asked if I was going to go to sleep, or just lay there again. I was really confused by his snarky tone, and by the question itself, but just laughed and responded that I wasn't not sleeping intentionally, and why did he ask? Somehow, the 5-year old inside him took over, and he declared that I was a butthead for asking, and la la la, he wasn't listening, can't hear the question, la la la. I waited an inordinantly long time for him to finish, then asked again when he was done. He said to leave it be, and he was tired, and it was sleepy time. "Sleepy time" is always the antithesis of "sex time", and that was the last straw for me. I got up, took two Tylenol PMs, and slept on the couch. Still took me another hour to fall asleep, and I woke up several times throughout the night.
FUCK.
Monday - I got nuthin.
Tuesday - Chicken Salad Sammiches at the Che. Yumm. Ken went with Dallas to see Alanis Morissette - they were pretty tipsy when I picked them up, and Ken crashed as soon as we got home.
Wednesday - Sex!
Thursday - Maybe should have tapped out of game, but it was the first time I was going to be able to see Michael, so I went. Had fun - killed some baddies, didn't eat TOO many nuts. Had a lot of trouble sleeping. Around 4:30, I finally took a Tylenol PM, which did nothing for another hour.
Friday - Slept in too late for tutoring, missed the rest of the day of classes. Ken and I went to Rich's alone, and he didn't care for the music again. I danced a little on the sidelines, but eventually we just went home. On the way, I talked to him briefly about the year before. Originally, my question was just whether he would have stayed in a relationship with me if I had insisted he get tested. He misinterpreted the question, and told me that if I had insisted he get tested, he would have demanded a concrete reason why I wanted him to, other than it's just what you do before you stop using condoms. Wow. Anyway, the answer to my question was "yes, he would have stayed with me, even being a top in a magnetic relationship."
Saturday - I had a shoot in the morning, which they pushed back an hour so that I could get to the protest on time, only to have another of the cast members be over an hour late, and not know most of his lines. *sigh* We went to last weeks...I guess that's enough. Did little to nothing with the rest of the day - I studied some, but not enough. Ken made us a great spinach and squash pasta dish, and then we headed over to our friend Chris's for pre-drinks. Saw Hank and Jonathan there, along with lots of the rest of the older, cool gay crowd. Ken left early on to meet back up with Justin at our place. I chatted with some people at the party, but eventually found my way to the kitchen, where I stood gossiping with Michael and making people drinks until it was time to leave. One of the other gents paid my cover, since I used my card to get us front of the line priveleges. I had a great time dancing with the boys, and then Ken was there. I'm not really sure if it's been the number of times he's disappeared on me at Rich's, and been up to no good, or if I was just in a bad mood, but I decided to yell at him incoherently later in the evening. He got home before me, and I apparently also decided to do some shopping at Ralph's. I brought home two packages of soy sausage, a can of artichoke hearts, a frozen vegan eggplant rollatini, and a case of vegan cheese. Ate one of the things of soy sausage, smacked my knee HARD at some point, ended up banging on the door, because I guess I forgot I had my spare key with me. I definitely had higher hopes for the night.
Sunday - Woke up with a hangover and a really bad limp. Ken wanted to go patio furniture shopping, but we didn't end up doing it. We did go to lunch at Amarin, where I had a side of mock duck, which was cheap and reasonable, as far as the portion, and I think I'm going to get it in the future. Walked back home, then over to Universal, where Mike and Tim were having mimosas. I'm not sure if it was all the drinking I had done, or the strange combination of foodstuffs I had, but it was pretty much all I could do to hang onto my barstool. Nelson and Kenny showed up, and hung out for a while before we went to Chipotle for dinner, and then over to Mo's for more drinks. I didn't eat anything at Chipotle, and hadn't drank anything but water that day, and continued not drinking at Mo's. Some semi-attractive guy named Doug was hitting on me. I mentioned to Ken that he wanted to come over, only to have him abjectly REFUSE to give a yes, or a no, or any answer at all. I had a couple shots, and Doug's friend Richard bought me a drink, so I was a little buzzed. Also talked to his friend Rich, who was 3 sheets. Doug kept rubbing my crotch, and I finally told him that wasn't the half of me he wanted, and that I was a strict bottom. He seemed unperturbed, and kept right on flirting. Ken and I left, with his phone number. I got home, got cleaned up, and Doug came over. He had one of the smallest dicks I've ever seen, though apparently not the smallest that Ken has ever seen. Ken was going to fuck him at one point, but I vetoed that. Doug petulantly asked why not, and I very politely declined to give the snarky answer, and instead just said "because I said so." Ken fucked me off the side of the bed, and the guy fucked him for a bit...they both seemed at a loss for what else to do, and I asked if I could fuck Ken. No answer, so I asked again. No answer. We were going to try to dp the guy, but my hard-on left as soon as I even thought about it. Damn. They tried to dp me, but the guy kept trying to fuck me and falling out. I finally just fucked him with a dildo until he came. Not a bad shot, for all that everything else was awful.
Neither Ken nor I had cum, so we had James, who I had sex with the week Ken was gone, over. Some head giving, some rimming, and then they dp'ed me. Ken ended up cumming, and the guy wanted to get fucked by him. Ken told him I was the gatekeeper on that. Again, he came while I fucked him with a dildo, and then I came while he fingered me. I'm happy to accept those times he's cheated and gotten extra notches in exchange for advantageous rules in favor of my notches now. I'm not really in the business of getting him laid. If some vers guy hits on him, they can come over and fuck me, and be fucked by him. For that matter, if it's a first time trick for both of us, and they want to do that. I am not playing pimp for other bottoms.
Monday - Had a paper due in the morning, and had to take Ken to the train station. Got both done just barely, then headed to class. Didn't end up paying much attention in Crim, since a friend of mine was chatting with me on Yahoo. Oh, well. Picked Ken up from the train, and we headed home. He made us a quick, light dinner of tofu and a salad, and then headed off to the new Bond flick with Justin. I stayed home, had a couple drinks, and worked on my paper. It still wasn't done by the time he wanted to go to bed, though I tried, and finally turned it in at 11:30. He was already asleep, and I had trouble sleeping again. This time I took a Pm at 12 or so, and was asleep by one.
Tuesday - I meant to go to the extra Property tutoring in the morning, but slept in a little too late. Also meant to go to my Legal Skill's office hours, but that was even before tutoring. At Legal Skills, I made some edits to my paper and turned it in again, and talked with some of the other girls about their papers. I also managed to catch the teacher on her way out, and got some advice. Paid attention in Crim, but not enough. There was a Thanksgiving Festival at school at 5, and it was 4:30 by the time I finished with my notes, so I considered staying for it. Called Ken, who advised I stay and see what they had. I did, and they had nothing vegan. Fuckers. Headed home, where Ken was watching TV. He didn't know what to make for dinner, but wanted to rent a movie, so I walked with him over to Blockbuster, then to Ralph's so he could pick up salad materials. Also stopped by TJ's so I could pick up more pasta. Back at home, we made our respective dinners, and he watched the movie. I tried to study, but really wasn't getting anything done. I finally booted up the computer and started working on my legal resume, and also working on some regular maintenance. Ken went to the room around 9:30, but said he was just going to be reading his book. He found a granormous daddy longlegs on the ceiling, and it fell to me to take it outside. I'm not really sure why, but at least I get to feel "mannish" when I do stuff like that. I was briefly freaked out, but calmed down enough for him to talk of rewarding me with kisses. The kisses didn't go anywhere, but they were nice, and I had high hopes for the rest of the evening. I finished my stuff around 10, but didn't have anything better to do while he was reading, so I just poked about a while longer. At 10:30, I went in to find him dozing. He said he had been waiting for me, I said I had been waiting for him. Blah. I laid down and snuggled next to him, and he asked if I was going to go to sleep, or just lay there again. I was really confused by his snarky tone, and by the question itself, but just laughed and responded that I wasn't not sleeping intentionally, and why did he ask? Somehow, the 5-year old inside him took over, and he declared that I was a butthead for asking, and la la la, he wasn't listening, can't hear the question, la la la. I waited an inordinantly long time for him to finish, then asked again when he was done. He said to leave it be, and he was tired, and it was sleepy time. "Sleepy time" is always the antithesis of "sex time", and that was the last straw for me. I got up, took two Tylenol PMs, and slept on the couch. Still took me another hour to fall asleep, and I woke up several times throughout the night.
FUCK.
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