is that dry skin?
I've had a truly gorgeous weekend....surprised Jamie on Friday by taking him to this dimly lit Greek restaurant on the upper west side, where the cheese fiend (jamie) sampled saganaky for the first time. Dinner passed by quickly, as we could not help but inhale our disgustingly yummy food. we then took turns going to the bathroom so that each of us could consume the pot brownies that i had prepared for us the previous night. hand in hand, we walked through the uws streets, commenting on the beauty of the arcitecture and the overall blandness of the culture. finally, we reached the beacon theater where ms. margaret cho was performing that evening. the brownies really began to kick in when the opening act came on, so we were both just FRIED by the time margaret entered. of course, margaret was hysterical replacing some of her bubbly humor ("hello, my name is gwen and i'm here to wash your vagina.) with insightful and amusing social commentaries. left the show, ran into judd, who, while still attractive, loses more and more mental appeal each time that i see him. tra la. tra la. capped the night off with a bit of sushi at planet thai, and some ass pounding at home. yay.
yesterday, i went to the library to read. when i went to the small walkway surrounding the stacks of all the even floors to make a phone call, the guards would rush up to me and say, 'they don't want you standing near the railing.' at first, i thought it was funny because i had just read that bobst had suicide number two the day before. after a while though, it got ind of annoying, so i just flat out told him, 'look, i'm not going to kill myself. i actually have a lot to live for.' 'sorry sir, but they don't want you standing near the rail.' not to be classist, but i hate stupid people in a position to control any aspect of my life.
today, sunday, i woke up late, hopped in the shower, fooled around with jamie, and then went to breakfast at my favorite greasy spoon just down the street. walk with jamie to work because i myself was en route to the city. what i had failed to realize until i stepped into jamie's work, was that when jamie fucked my face and came all over my chest earlier that morning, he also sprayed my neck....which neither of us noticed. so, i;d spent a good part of my day walking around with dry cum all over my neck. i'm too cool for school.
yesterday, i went to the library to read. when i went to the small walkway surrounding the stacks of all the even floors to make a phone call, the guards would rush up to me and say, 'they don't want you standing near the railing.' at first, i thought it was funny because i had just read that bobst had suicide number two the day before. after a while though, it got ind of annoying, so i just flat out told him, 'look, i'm not going to kill myself. i actually have a lot to live for.' 'sorry sir, but they don't want you standing near the rail.' not to be classist, but i hate stupid people in a position to control any aspect of my life.
today, sunday, i woke up late, hopped in the shower, fooled around with jamie, and then went to breakfast at my favorite greasy spoon just down the street. walk with jamie to work because i myself was en route to the city. what i had failed to realize until i stepped into jamie's work, was that when jamie fucked my face and came all over my chest earlier that morning, he also sprayed my neck....which neither of us noticed. so, i;d spent a good part of my day walking around with dry cum all over my neck. i'm too cool for school.