July Fourthercoaster

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I heard Julian feeding his kids in the morning, but this time he was more cranky with them. Granted, while he took care of them, it just made me uncomfortable. I was definitely awake, and I thought about taking my car to the store. I really wanted to use the time he was at work to journal so we could do whatever he wanted to do in the space between work and D&D, but I hesitated and missed the window. Not wanting to procrastinate the coupons, I just walked over after he left. I suppose I could have snagged a ride there, at least, but part of this was to get some exercise. I got everything on my list, saved all of $6 from the coupons, and saved $15 through various savings. Not a competition. That's a double win! I put everything away, then noticed Lady Miss Friday was under the bed, so I vacuumed again, took the recycling out, shook out Lady Miss Friday's soft blanket, asked Larry to adopt the catnip Colleen bought for Lady Miss Friday for me - his neighbor Lupe adopted instead, talked about how much her cat needs quality catnip, so I put some of Lady Miss Friday's catnip + silvervine in a bag for her. I gave Lady Miss Friday some of the new hairball stuff I got, but she threw up hairballs over my blankets shortly thereafter. Correlation is not causation. I moved the blankets to the living room so they could at least dry out and become easier to clean. I tried again to get a fisting escort for my friend, but no go. That's fine, I've done it before and I can do it again, and I can do it again...I did it before, and I'll do it again. And I can even look up how to be a good fister. Like a baby-fetishgay incarnation of Annie Eddison. Julian texted me that Rachel wanted to come over for pool time, and of course I'm easy. D&D was cancelled, though I think it was just work schedules vs anything to do with the holiday. Julian and I talked some when he got home. We haven't had sex in a while, but I feel like that's collateral damage from his kids moving in and the series of unfortunate events befalling my mice. Warning shot close, Sean is having a party next week, and while I'd mentioned that things like this might happen now that he's working weekends, neither of us anticipated it this quickly. He asked me to wait until after he got out of work, I agreed not to fuck until he got there. I ordered weed since we were down to the last two grams and I tried a THC inhaler. It was sadly ineffective, but I've spent more on less. Even after I got my weed, I stayed holed up a bit long. Just reluctant to leave Lady Miss Friday. Rachel brought their friend Erica, and also some coke and molly. They talked about going over to Leo''s place, but stayed chatting for a very long time. When I got out, Julian and Rachel went inside, which felt sitcommy. When we did catch up with one another, Erica asked about my scars. I've never been shy about them, so I told her I'm a cutter. NBD. I chatted some with Larry's boyfriend, Dean, and met a friend of theirs, Christy. I also had a 100mg sucker and we talked about relative tolerances. By the end of the afternoon, I'd discovered commonalities with both Erica and Christy, gave her dog Mija extra treats, and spread the good word about Weed4Less. I feel vaguely guilty that I don't spend a lot of money there, so I want to tell people to help both them and the company. And while I did just make a purchase not quite 3 weeks ago, I'm now sharing with Julian and I cut booze for a while, so leaning a little more heavily on it seems understandable. Understandable, yes it's perfectly understandable.

Julian went with them to Leo's place but he asked me to stay talking to Christy. I was eager to get back to Lady Miss Friday, but I agreed. We talked about our various dysfunctions, though I mostly just tried to listen and analyze. (former) Psych major, got your back, bro! She told me a couple times that as soon as I got tired of her, just let her know, but I couldn't tell if that was her way of asking for an out, and decided not to think too much about it. She's a big girl, if she wants to go, she can say so. She eventually did, I laid next to Lady Miss Friday and journaled, then spent some time with Julian's kids. Unfortunately, I saw they'd shit on the comforter I laid out to dry. Could have been worse, especially since it needed cleaning anyway, but I thought I was keeping at least their bathroom litterbox clean, and I have no idea what's going on now. He sent me a text asking me to join them, but they took my car, and Julian didn't answer. He called back around 12:30 and talked about what a great time he was having, but also how badly he wanted to come home. I suggested a Lyft, and even looked up the code for a free ride, but he insisted that even though he'd had 12 shots, the cocaine sobered him up. I'm guessing it was the coke, but he talked, sometimes in circles, for over an hour. I sort of felt like the longer I let him talk, the more he'd sober up and agree to take the Lyft. He still tried to leave, but Erica wouldn't let him. Things got a little heated, but she bought him a Lyft and he got home safe. I thought maybe we'd still fuck, but he was back to talking. Said Erica called him a liar, that I wasn't really an attorney, that our place is a hovel, etc. I still thought about fucking, but instead I just took a Seroquel and laid down. Even with the coffee, I was very tired and I didn't feel like I was getting anywhere with Julian.