Late People Make People Late
Mar. 14th, 2012 01:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryI was a little hungover when I woke up, and had a disturbing dream the night before. Fortunately, I woke up very early, so drank water, had a vitamin, and slept/sweated for a few more hours.
I was supposed to have a trick off Scruff in the early afternoon, then another soon after. Wyatt needed to come by and collect his wallet from the night before, but had an errand to run first. Trick 1 was 15 min late, then another 20 min late, then 10 minutes later than he last said he would be, and to top it all off, I've already slept with him. We certainly had a better time than last, but I was vaguely irritated at all the damn waiting. Trick 2 wasn't online, so I sent him a message to text me later. Wyatt came over, I dropped him off at his Dr.'s, then ran to the store to pick up fixins for Pie Day. I figured there would be a lot of sweet pies, and also that I would be taking my pie home. Since I don't binge/purge anymore, it's important to plan out what I'm bringing to these things. Also picked up a couple of two-litres and a few bottles of wine. Unfortunately, the internet on my phone decided to fuck off on the way there, so a 10 minute drive took me 40 minutes while I looked for directions. That could have been avoided if I had just looked them up at home before I left, but goddamn it, I have an internet capable phone for a reason.
Pie Night was lovely, and as always, I was touched at how many people made a vegan option. My pie was also popular, which was nice. I thought about which pies to make a goody plate for Tim with, but left before the take-home portion of the evening. He's not my responsibility, at any rate. I brought 3 slices. Michael Leeper came over, and we chatted about developments in our lives, I got him drunk, and he smoked weed. I think it was a bonding experience.
I hopped online for no real reason, then saw Woody. Woody is awesome. We had a good time. I wasn't perfect, but he didn't so much as mention it, opting just to throat-fuck me for the rest of it. Also invited me to spend the night, but not only had I not taken my meds, but I'm still performing with him, so not sleeping. It was still nice to see him, and the right decision to make, in spite of not being flawless.
I was supposed to have a trick off Scruff in the early afternoon, then another soon after. Wyatt needed to come by and collect his wallet from the night before, but had an errand to run first. Trick 1 was 15 min late, then another 20 min late, then 10 minutes later than he last said he would be, and to top it all off, I've already slept with him. We certainly had a better time than last, but I was vaguely irritated at all the damn waiting. Trick 2 wasn't online, so I sent him a message to text me later. Wyatt came over, I dropped him off at his Dr.'s, then ran to the store to pick up fixins for Pie Day. I figured there would be a lot of sweet pies, and also that I would be taking my pie home. Since I don't binge/purge anymore, it's important to plan out what I'm bringing to these things. Also picked up a couple of two-litres and a few bottles of wine. Unfortunately, the internet on my phone decided to fuck off on the way there, so a 10 minute drive took me 40 minutes while I looked for directions. That could have been avoided if I had just looked them up at home before I left, but goddamn it, I have an internet capable phone for a reason.
Pie Night was lovely, and as always, I was touched at how many people made a vegan option. My pie was also popular, which was nice. I thought about which pies to make a goody plate for Tim with, but left before the take-home portion of the evening. He's not my responsibility, at any rate. I brought 3 slices. Michael Leeper came over, and we chatted about developments in our lives, I got him drunk, and he smoked weed. I think it was a bonding experience.
I hopped online for no real reason, then saw Woody. Woody is awesome. We had a good time. I wasn't perfect, but he didn't so much as mention it, opting just to throat-fuck me for the rest of it. Also invited me to spend the night, but not only had I not taken my meds, but I'm still performing with him, so not sleeping. It was still nice to see him, and the right decision to make, in spite of not being flawless.
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