Cautious Clearing
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thepnutgalleryJoe had messaged me about taking shrooms with him, but while I'm still very open to relatively safe drugs, I had plans today. Also, I thought Joe wanted to fuck me again, and shrooms fuck with your stomach. I sent Kenneth a message checking back in with him, but he didn't respond. Then I cleaned up some - both myself and my place, packed up all the frozen veggies and a slice of cheese for Pupple. And I brought my pen with me.
Driving back up to Tierrasanta was a rush. She lives back up in the hills across the street from where we lived in high school. I really had no idea Tierrasanta was that large. Tim asked me to snag some green onions on the way - and on a Saturday!, so we stopped at the VONS up there. I saw the bar where Jason met Jared but didn't bring him up. She's going to be moving in a few months, and I don't recall what the delay is. Tim prepared an elegant spread of snacks to tide us over until his tofu was done. The conversation was lovely, and throughout the day I managed to convey both my gratitude for Lady Miss Friday and her role as a focal point for so much of my recent luck and the similar but lesser gratitude to my mice. Colleen suggested my mom probably helped when it came to my coming out. I was so stunned that she didn't seem to be on the battlefield, I did a double-take. Obviously, how much difference she made is all hypothetical but for now, let's say sure, it was a big difference and I'm grateful.
Colleen and I walked Pupple over to the birds and Tim drove to save on his leg time. I talked some about the Spectrum of Everything, about Julian, and about Meeker. I don't know if she already knew I was positive, but I hate coming out. My anxiety kept revving in the distance that any second now, everything would go horribly wrong. We'd run out of things to talk about, the birds would get into a murderous fight over the food, or someone would say the worst thing possible and this fragile truce would shatter. I am again reminded that much like work won't be firing me any time soon, she's wanted a relationship with me for decades. My impatience for the heat death of the universe is not going to be a deal-breaker now. It ended up being really lovely. My fangs did twitch because some asshats had a remote control boat and were chasing the ducks, but they moved on immediately. We went through all the bags of veggies (mostly me) and the birds seemed content. She got me talking about Kelly Clarkson and It's Raining Men and took a video, and on hearing it I thought I was just the right amount of flaming.
Tim wanted to take his car for no identifiable reason, and it makes no nevermind to me. Colleen rode in the back because Tim was worried about Pupple going Chupacabra, but I had to be up front to handle the music anyway. Everyone seemed very very pleased with the mix, and just having it there under my control put a lid on my anxiety. Colleen chuckled over my Eargasms, which were largely thanks to Kelly. Tim said that OG Whitney was a better singer, but IDGAF. I prefer Kelly singing 99.9999% of the time, therefore she's the best singer to me. And of course, my heart is more than big enough for all the divas. Not the large organ I wished for, but nothing to be done about it now. Wouldn't you know it, though, when we got up there, I realized I forgot to put "Come Undone" on the mix. So I just shrugged and added it. No big deal. Now that I look again I see it came out in 1993, and I remember looking for it before. But the important thing is that night I thought I forgot it and I didn't burst into flames.
We had a little trouble finding the place. It's in a crowded, busy, boardwalk and it reminded me of RPG shipping town festivals and stories of Coney Island. My dish came with what looked like partially melted Parmesan sprinkled on top, but I wasn't very hungry and I hate being a pest, so I just ate a couple noodles around it. The conversation touched on my issues with food, and it reminded me that one of the things I miss about GHB is that I got so thin my body started shutting down. At my request, Tim showed me a pic from when I G'd out after already falling all over the place and going to the hospital. Yeah, I was a rough sight, but those cum-gutters! Most of the conversation happened between Tony/Colleen and Tim/me, but I crossed conversations when I had something to add. Well, when I could hear them say something I had something to add to. Tony hilariously compared George R.R. Martin to a 14 y/o randy straight boy writing, so I pulled up the Boobily Book. Come to think of it, a lot of my contributions were equipped with bits of the internet. I suppose I really like my citations. He recommended the series despite that, and we touched on my extreme aversion to suffering. I got a brief video attachment from Justin of him beating off. I watched a few seconds at the table (privately, of course), and I'll beat off to it later. My mom and Julian both called, too, but it was absolutely not the time.
We closed the place and we'd probably have stayed longer, but Colleen's client wasn't answering. That was apparently unique, so we said goodnight. I was doubly relieved, as I was really missing Lady Miss Friday. At some point, we're going to have a Movie Night with Who's That Girl, Batman Returns, and some others that neither Colleen nor I have seen. Tim dropped her off on the way, which saved me a lot of time and awkwardness. I let Lady Miss Friday out when I got home, was very happy to see my decision to refill the outside food before I left was right, as it was empty. I was going to jerk off to Justin, but I was so tired from the day, I just crashed next to Lady Miss Friday.
Driving back up to Tierrasanta was a rush. She lives back up in the hills across the street from where we lived in high school. I really had no idea Tierrasanta was that large. Tim asked me to snag some green onions on the way - and on a Saturday!, so we stopped at the VONS up there. I saw the bar where Jason met Jared but didn't bring him up. She's going to be moving in a few months, and I don't recall what the delay is. Tim prepared an elegant spread of snacks to tide us over until his tofu was done. The conversation was lovely, and throughout the day I managed to convey both my gratitude for Lady Miss Friday and her role as a focal point for so much of my recent luck and the similar but lesser gratitude to my mice. Colleen suggested my mom probably helped when it came to my coming out. I was so stunned that she didn't seem to be on the battlefield, I did a double-take. Obviously, how much difference she made is all hypothetical but for now, let's say sure, it was a big difference and I'm grateful.
Colleen and I walked Pupple over to the birds and Tim drove to save on his leg time. I talked some about the Spectrum of Everything, about Julian, and about Meeker. I don't know if she already knew I was positive, but I hate coming out. My anxiety kept revving in the distance that any second now, everything would go horribly wrong. We'd run out of things to talk about, the birds would get into a murderous fight over the food, or someone would say the worst thing possible and this fragile truce would shatter. I am again reminded that much like work won't be firing me any time soon, she's wanted a relationship with me for decades. My impatience for the heat death of the universe is not going to be a deal-breaker now. It ended up being really lovely. My fangs did twitch because some asshats had a remote control boat and were chasing the ducks, but they moved on immediately. We went through all the bags of veggies (mostly me) and the birds seemed content. She got me talking about Kelly Clarkson and It's Raining Men and took a video, and on hearing it I thought I was just the right amount of flaming.
Tim wanted to take his car for no identifiable reason, and it makes no nevermind to me. Colleen rode in the back because Tim was worried about Pupple going Chupacabra, but I had to be up front to handle the music anyway. Everyone seemed very very pleased with the mix, and just having it there under my control put a lid on my anxiety. Colleen chuckled over my Eargasms, which were largely thanks to Kelly. Tim said that OG Whitney was a better singer, but IDGAF. I prefer Kelly singing 99.9999% of the time, therefore she's the best singer to me. And of course, my heart is more than big enough for all the divas. Not the large organ I wished for, but nothing to be done about it now. Wouldn't you know it, though, when we got up there, I realized I forgot to put "Come Undone" on the mix. So I just shrugged and added it. No big deal. Now that I look again I see it came out in 1993, and I remember looking for it before. But the important thing is that night I thought I forgot it and I didn't burst into flames.
We had a little trouble finding the place. It's in a crowded, busy, boardwalk and it reminded me of RPG shipping town festivals and stories of Coney Island. My dish came with what looked like partially melted Parmesan sprinkled on top, but I wasn't very hungry and I hate being a pest, so I just ate a couple noodles around it. The conversation touched on my issues with food, and it reminded me that one of the things I miss about GHB is that I got so thin my body started shutting down. At my request, Tim showed me a pic from when I G'd out after already falling all over the place and going to the hospital. Yeah, I was a rough sight, but those cum-gutters! Most of the conversation happened between Tony/Colleen and Tim/me, but I crossed conversations when I had something to add. Well, when I could hear them say something I had something to add to. Tony hilariously compared George R.R. Martin to a 14 y/o randy straight boy writing, so I pulled up the Boobily Book. Come to think of it, a lot of my contributions were equipped with bits of the internet. I suppose I really like my citations. He recommended the series despite that, and we touched on my extreme aversion to suffering. I got a brief video attachment from Justin of him beating off. I watched a few seconds at the table (privately, of course), and I'll beat off to it later. My mom and Julian both called, too, but it was absolutely not the time.
We closed the place and we'd probably have stayed longer, but Colleen's client wasn't answering. That was apparently unique, so we said goodnight. I was doubly relieved, as I was really missing Lady Miss Friday. At some point, we're going to have a Movie Night with Who's That Girl, Batman Returns, and some others that neither Colleen nor I have seen. Tim dropped her off on the way, which saved me a lot of time and awkwardness. I let Lady Miss Friday out when I got home, was very happy to see my decision to refill the outside food before I left was right, as it was empty. I was going to jerk off to Justin, but I was so tired from the day, I just crashed next to Lady Miss Friday.
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