Report 1 (continued)
October 30, 2005:
Okay, I'm back from school. So, today, was not so good. I thought it had started off good, but I was wrong. Greg and I had woken up, and I gave him a bit of sexual attention, and afterwardsI asked if he would like to have some cereal with me, and he agreed. We then both went downstairs, and made Apple-Jacks. We put in the movie Home Alone 2, because he wanted to watch it. He was still very tired, and I was growing disinterested in the movie. About half way through it Meagan calls, and asks if I still wanted to come over, because the day before last I was invited over. I suggested that she come over here instead, because I would be a jerk if I left Greg home alone. She was fairly mad at me, but came over anyways.Greg had gone upstairsand back to sleep before she arrived. When she got there, we talked for a bit, then I cuddled her, then we had sex, which was much appreciated, I would've gone insane otherwise. I asked her to follow me upstairs, because I wanted to see if Greg would join. He was kinna pissy, so I was discouraged, and went back downstairs, talked a bit more, and yiffed one more time. Afterwards we were talking about Greg. Well, Meagan had a bit to say about him. She kept on saying how hot he was, and it was unfortunate that he was gay... I told her that he was definately willing to try. I went back upstairs with her, and I sat next to him, and started rubbing his sides and stomach. He then looks up at me and says, "Will you PLEASE go do something else?" in a really rude voice. So, I went downstairs, Meagan and I dissapointed. She went home shortly afterwards. I went upstairs to get some sleep. Woke up some time afterwards, and Greg woke up, too. He asked what I did with Meagan, and I told him, and he got really pissed afterwards, because he really wanted to join. Naturally, I get pissed off too, because I tried, and he was an asshole about it. He goes to sleep for God knows how long. It's around 5, so I offer to make dinner. I make spaghetti, salad, and cheese garlic bread. It took forever. I even set up the table all fancy and pretty. When everything's finished, I call him downstairs, and the first thing he says is, "Is there only water to drink?" because I had already put a glass there, filled with icewater. I respond with a yes, and he replies "Fuck you." Personally, I thought dinner was great, and I was really proud of myself for making it look so nice, but he didn't seem to give a damn. He said it was good upon me asking, but I don't think he really cared. After I cleaned up everything (kitchen, table, dishes) I went upstairs and got on the computer. Next thing that comes up, is he says that my "drug policy" is retarded. So I say whatever, I don't care. As much as it bothers me, I'm too weak to defend myself. I can't help but to think he's fucking retarded when it comes to drugs, and his apparent addiction to them, but I'd never say that to his face. Later on that evening, he is a bit cooled down, and we snuggle up on the couch. He's thinking about how he used to live with his grandma, and how it was his fault he doesn't live with her anymore, and how shitty his life has become since then. We go back upstairs, and he cries. I try to comfort him as good as I can, and then we go to bed shortly afterwards.
Okay, I'm back from school. So, today, was not so good. I thought it had started off good, but I was wrong. Greg and I had woken up, and I gave him a bit of sexual attention, and afterwardsI asked if he would like to have some cereal with me, and he agreed. We then both went downstairs, and made Apple-Jacks. We put in the movie Home Alone 2, because he wanted to watch it. He was still very tired, and I was growing disinterested in the movie. About half way through it Meagan calls, and asks if I still wanted to come over, because the day before last I was invited over. I suggested that she come over here instead, because I would be a jerk if I left Greg home alone. She was fairly mad at me, but came over anyways.Greg had gone upstairsand back to sleep before she arrived. When she got there, we talked for a bit, then I cuddled her, then we had sex, which was much appreciated, I would've gone insane otherwise. I asked her to follow me upstairs, because I wanted to see if Greg would join. He was kinna pissy, so I was discouraged, and went back downstairs, talked a bit more, and yiffed one more time. Afterwards we were talking about Greg. Well, Meagan had a bit to say about him. She kept on saying how hot he was, and it was unfortunate that he was gay... I told her that he was definately willing to try. I went back upstairs with her, and I sat next to him, and started rubbing his sides and stomach. He then looks up at me and says, "Will you PLEASE go do something else?" in a really rude voice. So, I went downstairs, Meagan and I dissapointed. She went home shortly afterwards. I went upstairs to get some sleep. Woke up some time afterwards, and Greg woke up, too. He asked what I did with Meagan, and I told him, and he got really pissed afterwards, because he really wanted to join. Naturally, I get pissed off too, because I tried, and he was an asshole about it. He goes to sleep for God knows how long. It's around 5, so I offer to make dinner. I make spaghetti, salad, and cheese garlic bread. It took forever. I even set up the table all fancy and pretty. When everything's finished, I call him downstairs, and the first thing he says is, "Is there only water to drink?" because I had already put a glass there, filled with icewater. I respond with a yes, and he replies "Fuck you." Personally, I thought dinner was great, and I was really proud of myself for making it look so nice, but he didn't seem to give a damn. He said it was good upon me asking, but I don't think he really cared. After I cleaned up everything (kitchen, table, dishes) I went upstairs and got on the computer. Next thing that comes up, is he says that my "drug policy" is retarded. So I say whatever, I don't care. As much as it bothers me, I'm too weak to defend myself. I can't help but to think he's fucking retarded when it comes to drugs, and his apparent addiction to them, but I'd never say that to his face. Later on that evening, he is a bit cooled down, and we snuggle up on the couch. He's thinking about how he used to live with his grandma, and how it was his fault he doesn't live with her anymore, and how shitty his life has become since then. We go back upstairs, and he cries. I try to comfort him as good as I can, and then we go to bed shortly afterwards.