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thepnutgalleryJumped out of bed early, took care of grooming, cleaned Mousey's cage, gargled. Dropped Julian off, got to work early....and got a text that my costar had cancelled, so no shoot today. On the one hand, damn, because it's been so long since I've shot. On the other hand, to be perfectly honest, I'm in no shape to shoot. Workload was easier, which was good, because I was easily exhausted. JJD said I looked like hell.
I texted Julian when I got out of work, but he didn't message back until about 5. I guess southbound traffic isn't as bad as northbound, so it was a short drive to pick him up. He was drunk when I got there, skyping with his mom. I petted his cats for a bit, chatted with his mum for a bit, and coughed and sneezed my head off. He kept thinking I was upset, I kept telling him I just wasn't feeling well. We stopped by the store on the way home, Julian wanted "something light" for dinner, but had nothing more specific to give than that.
He loved the dinner I made - heavily spiced and fried "chicken" with sesame noodles. We laid on the couch and tried to watch a new show "Fried" and Lady Dynamite. Fried is too rote. I like Lady Dynamite, even though I don't find it terribly funny, simply because it's so bizarre. He asked what my plans were for the weekend, and told me he calls out for me. Really, it's not for me, it's because of FOMO.
Julian kept trying to make out with me, even when I told him I really wasn't feeling well. Desperate drunk people don't listen. I finally gave in and fucked him, and he still wouldn't just lay on the couch with me, instead tickling my neck and nipples with his beard. He asked to see a pic of me beardless, so I looked through FB for one where I wasn't also fat. Finally found one, but when I opened it saw that it was me and Dewey from 4 years ago. Julian grabbed my phone, likely thinking my protests were just because it was a bad pic. He started insisting that they hadn't done anything, that neither of them could get hard, etc. I told him to drop it. He wouldn't drop it, and got angry that I wouldn't tell him I believed he didn't do anything, and finally just called a Lyft home.
I went to bed, only to have him come back in a few hours later. Apparently he's either out of money or his Lyft app just wasn't working, so he walked back.
I texted Julian when I got out of work, but he didn't message back until about 5. I guess southbound traffic isn't as bad as northbound, so it was a short drive to pick him up. He was drunk when I got there, skyping with his mom. I petted his cats for a bit, chatted with his mum for a bit, and coughed and sneezed my head off. He kept thinking I was upset, I kept telling him I just wasn't feeling well. We stopped by the store on the way home, Julian wanted "something light" for dinner, but had nothing more specific to give than that.
He loved the dinner I made - heavily spiced and fried "chicken" with sesame noodles. We laid on the couch and tried to watch a new show "Fried" and Lady Dynamite. Fried is too rote. I like Lady Dynamite, even though I don't find it terribly funny, simply because it's so bizarre. He asked what my plans were for the weekend, and told me he calls out for me. Really, it's not for me, it's because of FOMO.
Julian kept trying to make out with me, even when I told him I really wasn't feeling well. Desperate drunk people don't listen. I finally gave in and fucked him, and he still wouldn't just lay on the couch with me, instead tickling my neck and nipples with his beard. He asked to see a pic of me beardless, so I looked through FB for one where I wasn't also fat. Finally found one, but when I opened it saw that it was me and Dewey from 4 years ago. Julian grabbed my phone, likely thinking my protests were just because it was a bad pic. He started insisting that they hadn't done anything, that neither of them could get hard, etc. I told him to drop it. He wouldn't drop it, and got angry that I wouldn't tell him I believed he didn't do anything, and finally just called a Lyft home.
I went to bed, only to have him come back in a few hours later. Apparently he's either out of money or his Lyft app just wasn't working, so he walked back.
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