If You Even See This
You're getting into your club clothes. I should be too, but somehow I'm not really all that excited about our double date with Michael and Ben. I'm sure Michael was hoping for a threesome tonight (not THAT kind) with me out of the picture. I guess Santa fucked up his holiday returning me to the fold. All the same, it's New Year's Eve and I'd rather just be going out with just you. Or staying in with just you.
It's been one motherfucker of a long week. Except for bed, and yes bed had been VERY enjoyable, we've had no privacy whatsoever. Gus and Peter shadowing us, Debbie lecturing me, Lindsay depressed and needing constant encouragement. Carl's been cool. Even Hunter's been decent. Ben's been a wimp, deferring to his smaller half. Do they honestly think I abandoned you? WFT is wrong with them?
So I guess we're supposed to meet them at the club in an hour. I'll dig up my slutty attire.
It's been one motherfucker of a long week. Except for bed, and yes bed had been VERY enjoyable, we've had no privacy whatsoever. Gus and Peter shadowing us, Debbie lecturing me, Lindsay depressed and needing constant encouragement. Carl's been cool. Even Hunter's been decent. Ben's been a wimp, deferring to his smaller half. Do they honestly think I abandoned you? WFT is wrong with them?
So I guess we're supposed to meet them at the club in an hour. I'll dig up my slutty attire.