A Busy Life
Jan. 23rd, 2013 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryHad a strange, and exceptionally long dream. I was in New York with Chip, getting ready to travel to...New York? Chip had left previously, leaving me to make the next leg of the journey by myself. I befriended a nice French girl with platinum blond hair, and she helped me board the right train/boat to get to my flight. Figured out on the boat that I'd forgotten to pack some very important items, from a sexual perspective. Poor planning/packing skills seems to be a recurring theme in my dreams.
Woke up while it was still dark out. The dream lasted several dream days, so I figured dawn couldn't be too far off. Had a lot of trouble getting back to sleep, too, and felt very rested. When my alarm went off at 6:30, though, I did not feel rested. In fact, I kept falling back to sleep, hitting snooze, and dreaming of getting up until 7:30. Thought about calling in sick, or at least late, but always seem to care more about getting my paycheck than my personal wellbeing.
A boy I'd been chatting with had messaged about his piss hardon. I expressed my frustration at them. I want my morning wood to be the result of my insatiable lust, ripping through the paltry threads of my ducky pajamas! He's a bottom, and wants me to fuck him. Ok.
Work seems to have slowed waaaaay down, and I can't imagine I'll be working there much longer. Not a bad thing, as I've got Ashley coming to visit, Huntsville, then Sydney, and just agreed to go on a 14 day cruise to Hawaii in March. It's a rough life I lead.
I tried to sleep on my break, and might have successfully dozed a little, though I was still aware of the cars humming past me and the intermittent buzz of my phone. Hoped to nap before going out with Brian, but figured that was probably not going to happen. He texted at 6:30 to say he was going to get ready and head over, so I figured he'd be there a little early. He actually ended up being late. Right before he got there, Tim Liked a post of mine on Facebook and I crumpled a little. We sat chatting on the couch for a bit, had a couple drinks, and then moseyed over to Flick's.
Flick's was surprisingly sparse. I remember the days, just a few months ago, when there was barely moving room. I ran into Lee and Gary, and Ryan was also there. We stayed for a couple drinks there before moving over to Rich's for the gogo show. I saw Richard Britton, there, though I don't remember much of what we talked about. The gogo boy contest only had two contestants, but they were both very well muscled gents, and it ended up being a tie. Standing there watching them, I was surprised to hear Ned Cato call my name. They're in talks with Club San Diego to do live shows, and he has me in mind. OMFG! Yes!
Called it a night a little after 1. Brian was still on the party train, so I walked home.
Woke up while it was still dark out. The dream lasted several dream days, so I figured dawn couldn't be too far off. Had a lot of trouble getting back to sleep, too, and felt very rested. When my alarm went off at 6:30, though, I did not feel rested. In fact, I kept falling back to sleep, hitting snooze, and dreaming of getting up until 7:30. Thought about calling in sick, or at least late, but always seem to care more about getting my paycheck than my personal wellbeing.
A boy I'd been chatting with had messaged about his piss hardon. I expressed my frustration at them. I want my morning wood to be the result of my insatiable lust, ripping through the paltry threads of my ducky pajamas! He's a bottom, and wants me to fuck him. Ok.
Work seems to have slowed waaaaay down, and I can't imagine I'll be working there much longer. Not a bad thing, as I've got Ashley coming to visit, Huntsville, then Sydney, and just agreed to go on a 14 day cruise to Hawaii in March. It's a rough life I lead.
I tried to sleep on my break, and might have successfully dozed a little, though I was still aware of the cars humming past me and the intermittent buzz of my phone. Hoped to nap before going out with Brian, but figured that was probably not going to happen. He texted at 6:30 to say he was going to get ready and head over, so I figured he'd be there a little early. He actually ended up being late. Right before he got there, Tim Liked a post of mine on Facebook and I crumpled a little. We sat chatting on the couch for a bit, had a couple drinks, and then moseyed over to Flick's.
Flick's was surprisingly sparse. I remember the days, just a few months ago, when there was barely moving room. I ran into Lee and Gary, and Ryan was also there. We stayed for a couple drinks there before moving over to Rich's for the gogo show. I saw Richard Britton, there, though I don't remember much of what we talked about. The gogo boy contest only had two contestants, but they were both very well muscled gents, and it ended up being a tie. Standing there watching them, I was surprised to hear Ned Cato call my name. They're in talks with Club San Diego to do live shows, and he has me in mind. OMFG! Yes!
Called it a night a little after 1. Brian was still on the party train, so I walked home.
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