God. Fucking. DAMNIT!!!!!!
Nov. 12th, 2007 07:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryHad to get up early on Saturday, to give away the rest of the jewel cases in my trunk, and then head off to the shoot. Shoot went well, though Anthony was very clearly in a bad mood, and Anna seemed never to want the shoot to end. Finally got out of that, only to find Ken not home when I got there. I did some dishes and the like while I waited for him & Dallas. We were going to go to Martini's for lunch, but actually found a space at Mo's, so went there instead. I tried to be good, but Ken ordered Onion Rings, and no one else was eating them.....anyway, we went home for a while - Ken spun some music, Dallas chilled, and I surfed the interwebs. Our plans for the evening were still very up in the air - whether we were going to Montage, or he was going to On Broadway with Brandon. At 8:20, I ran to TJ's to pick up some Candy Cane Joe-joes for Steve's party. Ken had completely forgotten about the party, so I was glad I reminded him. I figured we'd head to that party around 9/10-ish, hang out there until about 11:30 or so, and then go down to Montage. I got back from shopping to find that Brandon had called, and Ken had made plans for us to pick them up around 9:30, and then I could drop them off at the club - okay, but what about Steve's party? Ended up having Dallas drop them off, and I went to the party alone. Ate WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much food that I didn't really want, and never got around to going to Montage. Came home to find Ken already in bed - he had come home early, gone down to Montage, and taken a Xanax. Ugh.
Woke up very very early on Sunday. Layed next to Ken for about an hour, then finally got up, made coffee, did some dishes, surfed the net and the like while I waited for him to wake up. Around 10:30 or so, he wakes up, but only enough to get me back in bed with him. We snuggled for a while, and giggled over my rather insistent hard-on. I was just getting out of bed to grab a cup of coffee for Ken, except I had to crawl over him to get there, and ended up fucking pretty hardcore. Super super super!
We headed down to IKEA, but ended up not buying anything but Swedish Meatballs while we were there. Got home with a little time to spare before I had to leave for rehearsal. We were going to go to the gym, but ended up taking the BEST NAP EVER on the couch instead. Jesus God but I love snuggling with that man. Went to rehearsal, came home, waited for Ken to get back from BevMo. Matthew's roommate was having a birthday celebration, and there was talk of us heading out there, but we ended up going to Bottom of the Park instead. I didn't have much interest in being there, but didn't want a repeat of last Sunday, so I went along. It was a decent time, though I ate too much of the bar snacks. Justin was home, so we joined him for a bit. I watched about as much TV as I could before getting very very bored and tapping out. I figured Ken would be along shortly, since the episode of Desperate Housewives was almost over, so I had a drink and a bagel while I waited. Except that I waited, and waited and waited, and drank and drank and drank, and listened to "Be Still" and "Maybe" from Kelly Clarkson. Eventually took a half a Xanax, knowing full well the dangers involved. I passed out on the bed sometime after 1:30 or 2 - Ken came home sometime after that, and started putting me to bed, and mentioned that he had taken Justin to Rich's. Subject Line. Over and over and over again. I was enraged, and made no secret of my displeasure. Evntually layed back down to go to sleep, only to hear Ken getting up AGAIN. Went out to the living room, where he was sleeping on the couch, called him a couple dozen times even though I was looking right at him, and finally woke him up to ask WTF. Slept alone. I guess I had also left my LJ open, and Ken read a couple entries. He agress with y'all - that he doesn't sound like a very good person from my entries.
I feel horrible today. Like, going back to some very bad habits kind of horrible. I imagine it'll pass, or else I'll find some sign post to take it out on instead.
Woke up very very early on Sunday. Layed next to Ken for about an hour, then finally got up, made coffee, did some dishes, surfed the net and the like while I waited for him to wake up. Around 10:30 or so, he wakes up, but only enough to get me back in bed with him. We snuggled for a while, and giggled over my rather insistent hard-on. I was just getting out of bed to grab a cup of coffee for Ken, except I had to crawl over him to get there, and ended up fucking pretty hardcore. Super super super!
We headed down to IKEA, but ended up not buying anything but Swedish Meatballs while we were there. Got home with a little time to spare before I had to leave for rehearsal. We were going to go to the gym, but ended up taking the BEST NAP EVER on the couch instead. Jesus God but I love snuggling with that man. Went to rehearsal, came home, waited for Ken to get back from BevMo. Matthew's roommate was having a birthday celebration, and there was talk of us heading out there, but we ended up going to Bottom of the Park instead. I didn't have much interest in being there, but didn't want a repeat of last Sunday, so I went along. It was a decent time, though I ate too much of the bar snacks. Justin was home, so we joined him for a bit. I watched about as much TV as I could before getting very very bored and tapping out. I figured Ken would be along shortly, since the episode of Desperate Housewives was almost over, so I had a drink and a bagel while I waited. Except that I waited, and waited and waited, and drank and drank and drank, and listened to "Be Still" and "Maybe" from Kelly Clarkson. Eventually took a half a Xanax, knowing full well the dangers involved. I passed out on the bed sometime after 1:30 or 2 - Ken came home sometime after that, and started putting me to bed, and mentioned that he had taken Justin to Rich's. Subject Line. Over and over and over again. I was enraged, and made no secret of my displeasure. Evntually layed back down to go to sleep, only to hear Ken getting up AGAIN. Went out to the living room, where he was sleeping on the couch, called him a couple dozen times even though I was looking right at him, and finally woke him up to ask WTF. Slept alone. I guess I had also left my LJ open, and Ken read a couple entries. He agress with y'all - that he doesn't sound like a very good person from my entries.
I feel horrible today. Like, going back to some very bad habits kind of horrible. I imagine it'll pass, or else I'll find some sign post to take it out on instead.
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