Saturday, January 22, 2005
Saturday, early edition.
So I'm a little bummed out at the moment. After Adam's birthday dinner/drinks at The Eastwood, Lauren and I were going to go clubbing but we spent a long time - too long - piss-farting around and somehow we got ourselves both broke, tired and slightly drunk. I managed to get Darren on the phone though, hoping for a late night bootycall but that didn't happen either. God forbid that he'd be out with his mates, too. Shock. Horror.
I can't wait until I see him again. He's a sweetums and he knows how to hold me right. On a slightly related matter, Mattymoo and I are having a Seinfeld-esque bet thing going, banning all forms of self-gratification for a few weeks. Somehow though, he managed to wig his way out of it... but the terms are still binding - on me. And I'm getting the itch.
It's just as well that I didn't end up seeing Darren, though; I'm having a bit of a Bridget Jones situation with bad looking underwear - embarrassing tartan cotton boxers.
I also played pool with James the spunky straight school mate (ha, that rhymes!) in the course of the evening and just quietly, if I didn't have any self control (which thankfully, I do), I probably would have taken him then and there on the pool table. Or at least made a damn good attempt to seduce him. In my fantasies though, he's open to a little experimentation - I mean, he has been in the past...
Not that I'd be thinking of being with anyone else but Darren, of course.
So yes, I'm bored and horny. It's not at all a pleasant combination.
And where's Mattymoo when you need him? I could go a Mattymoo hug right about now, too. I feel like I've been neglecting him. He is my bestest queer buddy after all, but I haven't been spending as much time with him as I probably should.
Anyway, he managed to transfer from Primary Education to some Business degree at UTS Ku-ring-gai so I'm going to tag along and keep him company at enrolment next week. That should make up for part of it.
I also realise that I talk/write a lot but I often don't have much to say.
Listening to:
Title: You're Free
Artist: Yomanda
Album/station: Remix Heaven Vol. 2
Length: 3.08
So I'm a little bummed out at the moment. After Adam's birthday dinner/drinks at The Eastwood, Lauren and I were going to go clubbing but we spent a long time - too long - piss-farting around and somehow we got ourselves both broke, tired and slightly drunk. I managed to get Darren on the phone though, hoping for a late night bootycall but that didn't happen either. God forbid that he'd be out with his mates, too. Shock. Horror.
I can't wait until I see him again. He's a sweetums and he knows how to hold me right. On a slightly related matter, Mattymoo and I are having a Seinfeld-esque bet thing going, banning all forms of self-gratification for a few weeks. Somehow though, he managed to wig his way out of it... but the terms are still binding - on me. And I'm getting the itch.
It's just as well that I didn't end up seeing Darren, though; I'm having a bit of a Bridget Jones situation with bad looking underwear - embarrassing tartan cotton boxers.
I also played pool with James the spunky straight school mate (ha, that rhymes!) in the course of the evening and just quietly, if I didn't have any self control (which thankfully, I do), I probably would have taken him then and there on the pool table. Or at least made a damn good attempt to seduce him. In my fantasies though, he's open to a little experimentation - I mean, he has been in the past...
Not that I'd be thinking of being with anyone else but Darren, of course.
So yes, I'm bored and horny. It's not at all a pleasant combination.
And where's Mattymoo when you need him? I could go a Mattymoo hug right about now, too. I feel like I've been neglecting him. He is my bestest queer buddy after all, but I haven't been spending as much time with him as I probably should.
Anyway, he managed to transfer from Primary Education to some Business degree at UTS Ku-ring-gai so I'm going to tag along and keep him company at enrolment next week. That should make up for part of it.
I also realise that I talk/write a lot but I often don't have much to say.
Listening to:
Title: You're Free
Artist: Yomanda
Album/station: Remix Heaven Vol. 2
Length: 3.08
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