A.DAY.IN.THE.LIFE.OF.HOBO!PATTZ.><.CONT.><.3.
5.20pm- Camille dropped Tom and I off at my flat. We smoked some more weed. I jerked off, thinking about Nikki. We fucked a couple times. She’s cool. Sometimes a bitch. But you know, whatever, mate. Anyways… Tom walked in. Totally fucking stood there as I tried to finish off. Sometimes he’s such a little freak. Like that time when we were thirteen and he wanted to touch my dick. I mean, yeah, I let him, but we’re best mates, what was I supposed to do? Call him a little tyke and tell him no? That would have hurt his feelings. And he cried so much, as it was and is. Hopefully this shit will be taken care of by someone else tonight. I wonder if Brittany left her number around… maybe she’d be interested in bringing over Tori?
7pm- Tonight should be fun. I’ll tuck you in with my fags.
8pm- We got into hyde. Supposedly this is a feat. I really don’t give a shit. Someone else is paying for the drinks. I wouldn’t be paying for them. Tom tells me that a bloody rum and coke- pussy shit- runs for about 9 bloody pounds.
I’d rather jerk my shit in front of Tom. Again.