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thepnutgalleryReading back some old entries, I think my trigger finger is too itchy. I'm way too ready to go Chupacabra on friends and lovers over any perceived betrayal. Some of that is justified, I think, because people do keep fucking me over. But some of that is me anticipating things that might not be coming.
The mail at work picked up, which kept me busy. Not so busy that I was able to see past the red haze in my vision, but busy enough that I had an excuse to not attend the Holiday Party. I'm quickly growing to hate that haze. Occasionally it's ragey enough for a good workout, but it's mostly exhausting, and my head hurts like I've been crying, and I just want to drink and pass out. There was an unexpected bright spot in the morning, when John saw Catherine walking towards us, and said "Uh-oh!" Catherine remembered that as part of a song, so of course I pulled up the right one. And responded correctly to someone's paraphrased fragment of an old Alanis Morissette song on FB. Shelly Shazam indeed.
Travis, the gent from the Boy & Bear concert, messaged me. He'd had a disastrous date the other night. Boy he's been seeing went outright schizophrenic on him. Jumped out of his car at a liquor store, locked himself in a bathroom screaming for help and refusing to leave. The clerk called the cops, guy got taken away in a hospital. Eventually, guy contacts him back, accusing him of kidnapping, because candy cane lane is the other direction. But Travis explained multiple times that there are multiple candy cane lanes, which one he was going to, and a screenshot of his explanation. Supposedly, the guy "had a toke of weed." But no weed in the world makes you methy paranoid like that.
A photographer in town had his model flake, so asked who else would be up for a kink/fetish shoot. I shouldn't have said anything, because I wasn't up for anything, but I volunteered anyway. He asked what kinks I was into, which strikes me the wrong way, because you don't need to be into something to model it, though of course it helps. He presumed I was on the dom side of my kinks, and I didn't correct him until he asked if I already had rope. Sorry you assumed. Didn't hit the gym on the way home, but I did agree to host a new houseguest. C and I used to flirt back towards the end of my and Ken's relationship, and I think we were supposed to have a 3 way at some point. He had a some sort of injury at some point, and is now on disability. He's one of the people that hit me up to hang out after the election...but needed a ride from Spring Valley and back, and really just wanted to fuck. Apparently he also tried to kill himself last year, and was court ordered into a group home, where he pays $900 for a room to rent, with 6 other people in the house. He'd landed a place for Jan 3, but it fell through. So he's asking for a place he can stay for 2 months so he can save up funds for his own place. For obvious reasons, I have reservations. But we'll see how it goes.
Tim asked to come by just as I was getting ready to leave to get fuel and hit the gym. My new phone still hasn't arrived, but I got a decent workout in. Started replaying Legend of Dragoon at home with Lady Miss Friday. Tim came by with Pupple, which I felt bad about, because Lady Miss Friday has been so big on spending time with me lately. Tim was incredibly tired when he got there, and ended up crashing on the spare bed. I went to my room, petted Lady Miss Friday, then my usual toy chest and poppers. This time, though, I spent a lot more time getting/staying high on poppers than doing anything.
The mail at work picked up, which kept me busy. Not so busy that I was able to see past the red haze in my vision, but busy enough that I had an excuse to not attend the Holiday Party. I'm quickly growing to hate that haze. Occasionally it's ragey enough for a good workout, but it's mostly exhausting, and my head hurts like I've been crying, and I just want to drink and pass out. There was an unexpected bright spot in the morning, when John saw Catherine walking towards us, and said "Uh-oh!" Catherine remembered that as part of a song, so of course I pulled up the right one. And responded correctly to someone's paraphrased fragment of an old Alanis Morissette song on FB. Shelly Shazam indeed.
Travis, the gent from the Boy & Bear concert, messaged me. He'd had a disastrous date the other night. Boy he's been seeing went outright schizophrenic on him. Jumped out of his car at a liquor store, locked himself in a bathroom screaming for help and refusing to leave. The clerk called the cops, guy got taken away in a hospital. Eventually, guy contacts him back, accusing him of kidnapping, because candy cane lane is the other direction. But Travis explained multiple times that there are multiple candy cane lanes, which one he was going to, and a screenshot of his explanation. Supposedly, the guy "had a toke of weed." But no weed in the world makes you methy paranoid like that.
A photographer in town had his model flake, so asked who else would be up for a kink/fetish shoot. I shouldn't have said anything, because I wasn't up for anything, but I volunteered anyway. He asked what kinks I was into, which strikes me the wrong way, because you don't need to be into something to model it, though of course it helps. He presumed I was on the dom side of my kinks, and I didn't correct him until he asked if I already had rope. Sorry you assumed. Didn't hit the gym on the way home, but I did agree to host a new houseguest. C and I used to flirt back towards the end of my and Ken's relationship, and I think we were supposed to have a 3 way at some point. He had a some sort of injury at some point, and is now on disability. He's one of the people that hit me up to hang out after the election...but needed a ride from Spring Valley and back, and really just wanted to fuck. Apparently he also tried to kill himself last year, and was court ordered into a group home, where he pays $900 for a room to rent, with 6 other people in the house. He'd landed a place for Jan 3, but it fell through. So he's asking for a place he can stay for 2 months so he can save up funds for his own place. For obvious reasons, I have reservations. But we'll see how it goes.
Tim asked to come by just as I was getting ready to leave to get fuel and hit the gym. My new phone still hasn't arrived, but I got a decent workout in. Started replaying Legend of Dragoon at home with Lady Miss Friday. Tim came by with Pupple, which I felt bad about, because Lady Miss Friday has been so big on spending time with me lately. Tim was incredibly tired when he got there, and ended up crashing on the spare bed. I went to my room, petted Lady Miss Friday, then my usual toy chest and poppers. This time, though, I spent a lot more time getting/staying high on poppers than doing anything.
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