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thepnutgalleryHaving stayed up *way* too late, we were both exhausted in the morning, but I dragged us out of bed. Having agreed to "loan" him his rent money for June, I asked him what his plan was. No clue, mild irritation.
Lynelle was already at work when I got there, as her son is taking his driver's permit test and both parents needed to be there. We made small talk, and she asked why I don't make performing my full-time job. Gosh, now that you mention it, I should! BRB, signing Standard Rich & Famous Contract. There's not enough venues for the amount of talent we have. If I shoot my arrow and it goes real far, great. But I'm not betting on it, and as much as I love performing, I have more than just that to offer. Carl was the only person who mentioned anything about the attacks. Some heartless individual brought Oreos in, and of course I ate some.
Julian asked if he could come over later, so I opted to work out at the Horton Plaza gym. Crowded there, and somehow more cruisey now that they've added curtains to the showers. No cardio, just muscles. I picked Julian up, helped him take some trash out. He'd slept until noon, then spent the day cleaning his apartment, since he's going to need to if he's going to get a roommate. There was another candlelight vigil at the Center that I declined to go to. Julian was hungry, but had no idea what he wanted. As soon as I got home, the whole day and workout and lack of sleep caught up with me. Julian poured himself a drink, and we fought about not being boyfriends. That wasn't the words, of course, but it's the problem. He threatened to walk home, like a kid with a bindle, and got more mad that I didn't stop him. I waited in the car to take him home, he texted begging me to come back inside. From the outside, the dynamics of our power struggle, now that I'm refusing to meet his aggression, are fascinating.
I finally made dinner, we laid on the couch and watched Parks & Rec. Tim came by with Pupple - my apartment is Grandma's house, full of toys and treats, and I'm perfectly happy with this. I sent them home a little after 10, spent a little time with Mousey, and went to bed. Julian wanted to fuck, but I didn't have it in me. So to speak.
Lynelle was already at work when I got there, as her son is taking his driver's permit test and both parents needed to be there. We made small talk, and she asked why I don't make performing my full-time job. Gosh, now that you mention it, I should! BRB, signing Standard Rich & Famous Contract. There's not enough venues for the amount of talent we have. If I shoot my arrow and it goes real far, great. But I'm not betting on it, and as much as I love performing, I have more than just that to offer. Carl was the only person who mentioned anything about the attacks. Some heartless individual brought Oreos in, and of course I ate some.
Julian asked if he could come over later, so I opted to work out at the Horton Plaza gym. Crowded there, and somehow more cruisey now that they've added curtains to the showers. No cardio, just muscles. I picked Julian up, helped him take some trash out. He'd slept until noon, then spent the day cleaning his apartment, since he's going to need to if he's going to get a roommate. There was another candlelight vigil at the Center that I declined to go to. Julian was hungry, but had no idea what he wanted. As soon as I got home, the whole day and workout and lack of sleep caught up with me. Julian poured himself a drink, and we fought about not being boyfriends. That wasn't the words, of course, but it's the problem. He threatened to walk home, like a kid with a bindle, and got more mad that I didn't stop him. I waited in the car to take him home, he texted begging me to come back inside. From the outside, the dynamics of our power struggle, now that I'm refusing to meet his aggression, are fascinating.
I finally made dinner, we laid on the couch and watched Parks & Rec. Tim came by with Pupple - my apartment is Grandma's house, full of toys and treats, and I'm perfectly happy with this. I sent them home a little after 10, spent a little time with Mousey, and went to bed. Julian wanted to fuck, but I didn't have it in me. So to speak.
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