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last night i had a couple good AIM convos, then while the L O was on the phone with his mother for his weekly 2 hour chat, i decided to have a quick lie down. 10, maybe 15 minutes just to rest my eyes. around 6 this morning I was awakened by dog breath. not stinky, just hot panting air in my face. it was dark outside. inside too. odd. i looked at the clock. a.m. or p.m.? Sherman (the chocolate lab/jackal mix) had that kibble look in his eye. it had to be a.m.
very much a wtf moment.
i also awoke from a dream of lying with JWB and muttering affirmations of love to the thing. damn! wormed so deeply into me i suppose it isn't surprising. i was totally rebar as well, but as a natural function of being a man awakened in the middle of REM.
my morning diary reading included that of a young feller whom i had begun following even before i started my own diary. i'd link him but i'm not so sure he'd care to be associated with the likes of me. anyway, in his recent entry was a pearl of a line:
"If my phone rings one more time, I'm going to put it up for adoption."
much more clement than the Dorothy Parker line i stole for whenever the phone rings. "What fresh hell is this?"
i got a raise. did i tell you that? a blistering $80/month. my mind reels. that Tuscan villa lurches forward by glacial proportions!
is it gratuitous doity pitcha time?
not so gratuitous, actually. now, honestly. with this banquet laid out before you, where do you start? i'll let you know. i'm shaking children down for their milk money to gather enough for as much time as possible with Adonis.
speaking of st. louis, here's a wonderful political jeremiad. there's also a wonderful reference to me in the entry. yee ha!
i know virtually nothing about the feller except that his command of the English tongue is superb, he's in theater (where i've had insignificant dabblings myself), and he's another one smitten with the love that dare not speak its name. i promised him a martini when i get there. if we get on well enough and i don't have another obligation, i'd like to take him to dinner. of course there will be flirting whatever the attraction/non-attraction. that's required (see the Queer Handbook, article 8.29.62). attraction to me is unlikely. that's ok. the company could be fun, and he wouldn't want to visit my stanky smokers hotel room anyway. if we hit it off, we'll know. if either's uncomfortable, we're big boys and can say so, without having to be asshole about it. folks can be so different in person than when esconced behind a keyboard. case in point, JWB. but maybe i'm just gun-shy. well, we'll see. all things considered, this feller has only impressed me.
shall i include a skinny guy pic to round things out, even though you've seen doo-hoo more than once already?
wtf?
and someone had the nerve to say "extremely explicit (i.e., pornographic) photos of naked men; such photos occasionally turn up in Seth's diary"? how dare s/he? "occasionally"? feh!
Seth,
who proudly posts pornographic pictures
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