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So much work to do. In addition to getting the last of Loleena's substitutions written up and filed, I had a backlog of case offers and claims to tag. And of course, a journal to write, that I can no longer do from the work computers. I also couldn't seem to stop eating, which makes sense, given that had a cumulative 1000 calories over the weekend. I ended up staying until just about 6, Chip and Julian both texted me to get together. I stopped at the gym, and fortunately had an extra shirt and shorts in my car, did a quick arm, leg, and ab workout, then headed home. Chip agreed to pick Julian up, Julian wanted me to do it. Argh.
I had just enough time to pet Lady Miss Friday a little and start updating my journal before they got there. I thought Chip had wanted to go to Mo's or something, but I think he was counting on getting me alone. Julian had trimmed his hair, and it actually looks pretty good. That same "This is Pride, this is Bullshit - know the difference" meme has been making the rounds again, and *a lot* of people needed correcting. Tim was in the neighborhood, so he also came by. I need to take time and clean my apartment, but I need time to myself for that. Pupple likes Julian a lot, but Pupple also get overstimulated and Julian has some similarities with Marcos, so when Pupple starts snarling, their reaction is to continue petting him. Why is it so hard for people to leave things alone? Is it more of that control issue? More abandonment? I should have gone into psych. Tim eventually took Pupple home, drunk drunk Julian again clumsily, insistently - desperately - initiated sex. This time I did cum inside him, though he didn't cum. I'd have liked to bottom, but my stomach was *very* upset from the day.
He had one last shot, and one last cigarette, and then laid down with me, where I provided more armchair psych on his anger issues, his abandonment, and the need for him to have a broad support base, instead of just me, Rachel, and his mom. And I reiterated for the millionth time that I don't want to be his bf.
I had just enough time to pet Lady Miss Friday a little and start updating my journal before they got there. I thought Chip had wanted to go to Mo's or something, but I think he was counting on getting me alone. Julian had trimmed his hair, and it actually looks pretty good. That same "This is Pride, this is Bullshit - know the difference" meme has been making the rounds again, and *a lot* of people needed correcting. Tim was in the neighborhood, so he also came by. I need to take time and clean my apartment, but I need time to myself for that. Pupple likes Julian a lot, but Pupple also get overstimulated and Julian has some similarities with Marcos, so when Pupple starts snarling, their reaction is to continue petting him. Why is it so hard for people to leave things alone? Is it more of that control issue? More abandonment? I should have gone into psych. Tim eventually took Pupple home, drunk drunk Julian again clumsily, insistently - desperately - initiated sex. This time I did cum inside him, though he didn't cum. I'd have liked to bottom, but my stomach was *very* upset from the day.
He had one last shot, and one last cigarette, and then laid down with me, where I provided more armchair psych on his anger issues, his abandonment, and the need for him to have a broad support base, instead of just me, Rachel, and his mom. And I reiterated for the millionth time that I don't want to be his bf.
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