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thepnutgalleryWoke up with a slight headache and a message from Julian reiterating wanting to get back with me. I was pretty randy from having edged for so long recently. I wasn't really looking forward to having to take a break from masturbating after cumming, but I knew I could jerk again later. I also figured it would be a decent cumshot, so I put aside the voice in my head telling me I'm too fat, my camera sucks, etc. and got a decent video. And my cumshot was indeed pretty stellar.
I messaged Julian once I got cleaned up. Apparently drunk, stoned, Squeak offered to pay for his moving expenses back to San Diego. Everything is at such a pause with this virus. He can't get into the military yet, the border patrol is paused....I was out of booze, except the rum I got for Patrick, so I ended up combining a bunch of my remaining weed products. Oils, pills, spray, smoking. I still didn't manage to get where I was aiming for, but again, that might be impossible. I jerked off again, though didn't get a video this time.
My mom called in the afternoon, and I went ahead and answered. Not much news, though she did apparently hear about my meeting with Colleen. I was honest with her, though not terribly detailed. It was a good meeting, we got along fine. I don't think my mom wants any more information than that, tbh. Tim called while I was on the phone with her, so I messaged him after. He said he'd bring my credit card back tomorrow morning, and even grab groceries on the way if I gave him a list. He said a few other things might end up in the basket as well, but didn't appreciate my disclaimer about which drugs I'd be willing to do. In all honesty, I'm kind of running out. I think maybe K is still an option.
In spite of drinking the last of my instant coffee all day, I found myself pretty tired and crashed early.
I messaged Julian once I got cleaned up. Apparently drunk, stoned, Squeak offered to pay for his moving expenses back to San Diego. Everything is at such a pause with this virus. He can't get into the military yet, the border patrol is paused....I was out of booze, except the rum I got for Patrick, so I ended up combining a bunch of my remaining weed products. Oils, pills, spray, smoking. I still didn't manage to get where I was aiming for, but again, that might be impossible. I jerked off again, though didn't get a video this time.
My mom called in the afternoon, and I went ahead and answered. Not much news, though she did apparently hear about my meeting with Colleen. I was honest with her, though not terribly detailed. It was a good meeting, we got along fine. I don't think my mom wants any more information than that, tbh. Tim called while I was on the phone with her, so I messaged him after. He said he'd bring my credit card back tomorrow morning, and even grab groceries on the way if I gave him a list. He said a few other things might end up in the basket as well, but didn't appreciate my disclaimer about which drugs I'd be willing to do. In all honesty, I'm kind of running out. I think maybe K is still an option.
In spite of drinking the last of my instant coffee all day, I found myself pretty tired and crashed early.
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