Two Kinds of People
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thepnutgalleryPlumbing issues again, so I asked Taylor to have the plumber find out what's going on. Since I've been relatively celibate, I don't really use my bathroom at home much. I shower at the gym, etc. Dave had asked me to skype with him to go over some editing choices for the shoots. Given that I hadn't done laundry, I decided to just do it there. Stopped at the gym on the way home, worked out for nearly two hours, but it felt like one of those workouts that's only 15 min, but feels like it's a lifetime. Taylor called to find out if the plumber could come over, I'm an idiot, so I told her I don't lock my door and it was fine. Tim called me while I was there, then texted me to ask if he could drop Pupple off. No, because I'm not home and I don't know what time the plumber is going to be there or finish. I got home from the gym and saw his car in my spot. Pupple was inside. Argh. I petted him a bit, but had to get to Dave's before it got too late.
The footage is awful, but I don't have the heart to tell Dave that. It's not his fault; it's just very very very very clear we're shooting in a spare room with Party City tablecloths over the walls. Our voices echo all over the fucking place, our costumes look like bags on us. I'm terrified. At this point, we might as well release it and see what happens.
His washing machine was having some kind of technical difficulty - it had 14 min left, but 30 min later still had 14 min left. We finally got it to work, transferred everything to the dryer. Tim asked to come over; I guess he'd already gotten back from his business meeting, then went to dinner and took Pupple. Dave apparently isn't a big fan of Tim's. Not really sure why. Before my laundry finished, we had a great conversation, if punctuated by large pauses. After, he seemed almost desperate for me not to leave. I stayed a while, going over LGBT movies, but did eventually have to get home.
I've been chatting with a straight/bicurious friend via FB for a while, and recommended poppers to him when he asked me about easily obtainable ways to get hi. It reminded me I haven't had anything to do with poppers for a long time. I have two unopened bottles in my freezer, so I cracked one open for the first time in forever. It was okay.
The footage is awful, but I don't have the heart to tell Dave that. It's not his fault; it's just very very very very clear we're shooting in a spare room with Party City tablecloths over the walls. Our voices echo all over the fucking place, our costumes look like bags on us. I'm terrified. At this point, we might as well release it and see what happens.
His washing machine was having some kind of technical difficulty - it had 14 min left, but 30 min later still had 14 min left. We finally got it to work, transferred everything to the dryer. Tim asked to come over; I guess he'd already gotten back from his business meeting, then went to dinner and took Pupple. Dave apparently isn't a big fan of Tim's. Not really sure why. Before my laundry finished, we had a great conversation, if punctuated by large pauses. After, he seemed almost desperate for me not to leave. I stayed a while, going over LGBT movies, but did eventually have to get home.
I've been chatting with a straight/bicurious friend via FB for a while, and recommended poppers to him when he asked me about easily obtainable ways to get hi. It reminded me I haven't had anything to do with poppers for a long time. I have two unopened bottles in my freezer, so I cracked one open for the first time in forever. It was okay.
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