thepnutgallery | Bad Tricks! Bad! (Reply)

Woke up at 2:30 with a minor headache and the faint smell of burning filling my nostrils. Fuck. Fuckfuckityfuckfuckfuck. Thankfully, I'd gotten home so late and woken up so early, the stuff hadn't been burning long. It didn't set off the smoke alarm, and might not have even ruined the pan. I tried to go back to sleep, but nothing doing. downloaded a couple games, jerked off, went to work. I wasn't really sure I was supposed to be there. They'd set my tentative last day at March 1, but of course, I was out of town then. I called Office Team when I got in, and sent an email to Denise. He said he'd call me back, but never did, and Denise didn't get back to me until 4. She wanted me to stay on until the 15th, though I had to put my last day at the 12th because of the trip. I could probably have used a little break, given that Ashley is coming in on Wednesday, but I'll make $560 for the week and a half, which is almost one month's rent.

Work was a struggle to get through. In addition to the lack of sleep, jet lag, and hangover, there was a ton of work to be done, which I didn't even realize until more than half-way through the day. I missed my break, and only left 30 min "early." Chuck, a heavy set gentleman I'd seen occasionally out and about, had been messaging me and asked "When are we gonna cuddle?" I'd figured he meant "fuck," so I invited him over after work. He's a strict bottom, neg, and really did mean cuddle. I fucked him for a while, but he didn't seem to be enjoying it, so I stopped. There were a couple police cars on the corner behind my apartment, but I couldn't see what was going on. He came, I got him a towel and started getting dressed. I'm not really sure of the etiquette for ending a cuddle session, but this seemed as good as any.

I went back to TJ's, hoping to get more of the $6 Stoli, but they were out. Some latin gent hit me up off Grindr. He lived right by Todd, so I figured I'd just go from one to the other. His profile said vers, but he was neg, so only wanted to top. He also insisted I cum, and I kind of hate myself for giving in. He displayed roughly zero emotion (or less), and was a terrible kisser. Name of Fernando or Armando or somesuch. I texted Todd, but then got a text from Rich asking where I was. Getting rent money is a lot more important than getting to RuPaul's Drag Race early. A lot of people have been dying around him lately, so he's not going to be here much. I don't know where he goes, and I want to respect his privacy, so I don't ask. I do wish I knew of something I could do for him, though. I don't mention the $1400 in back rent, so that's something?

Shockingly, Patrick joined us for Drag Race and no one else did. It was slightly awkward, because he doesn't really like drag queens. The two of them are planning on going on the LA-Mexico Atlantis cruise, which means I need to re-think my plans of sitting this one out. He left before Untucked, so it was just Todd and me. He showed me something on his ipad, touched my leg, and I put my head on his shoulder. Awkward. Since I was meeting FHA at Martini's after, I went ahead and had a drink while we watched Untucked, and stayed chatting for just a couple minutes after before running off to Martini's.

It was nice, if brief, to chat with FHA. I don't imagine I'll get a chance to see much of him before I leave for Hawaii. I had to stop at CVS and pick up the meds I'd ordered, and ended up having a delightful conversation with the lady at the counter. She's from Africa, but sounds like she's from Australia.

Back home, I puttered about online for no real reason before calling it a night around midnight or so.