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It is Tuesday, February 3rd, 2026, nothing too spectacular. I slept very well last night and wanted to continue doing so, but alas, I had to come to work they sort of expect that sort of thing.

Last night watched Jeopardy and then Sherlock with Bill. He went to be,d and I soon followed.

ICE has been spotted in Hoboken and reportedly taken five or six workers and to unmarked vans, perhaps never to be seen again.I expected it to be just a matter of time before the immigration control and enforcement team came in and started doing their dastardly deeds. And now they’re here in Hoboken and Jersey City.

I saw things online about it and made the mistake of reading comments and was distressed to find people actively and outwardly supporting ICE, claiming that they would support law enforcement, and I remarked that they were likely the type of people that would inform the authorities as to where Anne Frank was hiding.

Yeah, shit like that usually gets me fired or banned from social media, so I suppose that’s coming on down the line at some point.

The day often takes a downward turn, but today it started that way, and it’s maintaining a steady descent.

Two interactions with different men as I was going to get my Halal food when I was outside the Blue’s Clues store, or he decided to talk to me about almost being hit by bird shit, and how good luck it is and if I wanted to buy tickets?
The next guy was on 18th Street. I was walking to the halal food who suddenly stopped in front of me and apologized two or three times, saying how sorry he was for stopping. The thing that stands out to me is that I did not say anything to either one, I just gave him the dead-eyed stare

In the office, Marcus is remarkably distant as usual, so it’s not some remarkable after all, it’s very slow, and I’m going to be at the main fruit stand tomorrow. Despite how busy it will be at my fruit stand, it doesn’t really matter since Yancy has his mind made up

While at the really big supermarket in Town with Bill the other day, I bought a pair of gloves. I was seduced by the fact that they can be used when using a smartphone; they had those tips. And yesterday, before leaving the apartment to get away, I had two pairs of gloves in my coat as well as the new pair.

So I grabbed the gloves out of my pocket and left them on the kitchen table when I came home that night. I found three gloves, not four and it was distressing in my mind because I’m an idiot. I don’t think I did accuse bill but I think Bill might have felt it as being accused. It was not my finest hour. And Bill, to his credit, did what he could to help me find a glove. And in the interim, I went online and ordered a new pair of gloves it should be delivered on Friday. The transaction was cancelled due to the fact that my credit card was declined.

For lunch today, I went to the halal cart, and the food was actually very good. When I was walking back to the office with my bag of halal food, I reached into my pocket and felt three gloves, one of them being the glove that I thought I placed on the kitchen table. My belief in my idiocy was reinforced.

I immediately texted Bill and thanked him for giving me so much. His love for me overwhelms my self-loathing. It’s true, and I was reminded of it just an hour ago.

I just got off the phone with Mike and had to explain to him Bill puts up with a lot of my shit, shit that Mike has difficulty dealing with but Bill can deal with it and if you can find somebody that’s willing to put up with your shit in this planet you should hang on to them as long as you can and respect them and support them as they respect and support you.

Mike has placed too much emphasis on the sexual aspects of the relationship, and then there are the things that Bill has just done that make me realize no one else on this planet puts up with my shit. I put up with his shit; he puts up with my shit. It is a well-maintained balance of shit

I thought I was doing well without watching clips of people behaving awfully, and then I find myself watching one that is just not good for me.

And the balance of the universe is maintained. My near lacrimose behavior last night led me to order a new pair of gloves online. They were supposed to be delivered on Friday. Well, as luck would have it, and not have enough money to pay for those gloves which are not needed it since I have found the gloves that I actually do need, and I will keep on me when possible. Although right now I gave those gloves that it was on Saturday to the housekeeper here at the smaller fruit stands, and I have one left glove in my pocket and the other right-handed glove in a bag in the closet in the apartment.

Balance is maintained, and despite what Jimmy Chile, Mike, and Bill might say, I feel like I’m an idiot, perhaps proving my father right about some things, but having said that, I have to ask myself “What did he know?”1

​​Kenny Rivera
Ice ice baby!!!
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Albert Ross
Careful Kenny
Many Riveras to cross off the list once they’re thrown in the back of an unmarked van…
LOL

Are they Legal “Residents?”

Albert Ross
Are they going through the process for citizenship, Charles?
Some have been doing just that, but wind up getting arrested while they follow the rules.
Would you have informed the authorities as to where Anne Frank was hiding?
No need to answer, we know your type.

But like a fool

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It is Monday, February 2nd, 2026. I had a good night of sleep, and the last dream I remembered was me being in Farfetched, helping somebody out who may or may not have been a customer or a client, and I was taking inventory at their request.

Once again, it’s very cold out, cold enough to make you want to stay in bed as long as you can. Having had the past two Mondays off, this Monday was quite dispiriting but there’s nothing I can do about it. Here I am, I made it into work once again in text intact.

The weekend was mainly with Bill, which was good mostly I would have to say. And Mike says that he’s greatly upset at the situation I am in. There is love, but it’s not physical love between Bill and me, which distresses Mike to no end, and Mike says he’s going to step up and give me what Bill cannot or will not.

This is very nice to hear, but as he tells me these things that reopens the wound that was scabbing over nicely between Bill and me. They don’t, Bill loves me, and I know I love Bill, but it’s not the way it used to be up until maybe a month ago, when I did have faith, and I had hope that someday things would get back to what they used to be.

But he was adamant and said that it would never happen, and the tone of voice was like a knife through the heart, and of course bill being bill communication is not his thing, so this can never be brought up to him without him getting greatly upset or unleashing the tone of voice that he unleashed the other week.

Mike promises to make love to me, which is awfully nice. Awfully nice physical touch is very nice; having gone without it for about 15 years, he reawakened something within me, something that had lain dormant. And now that I had some, I wanted it again.

Mike seems sincere, and I mentioned it to Jimmy Chile. Jimmy Chile states that it sounds like a con that Mike is running I don’t see it though and I know that Jimmy is just looking out for me as Mike is looking out for me and Bill looks out for me I am grateful to have such wonderful men in my life looking out for me and apparently I do the same for them when it arrives or is needed and I don’t even realize that I’m doing it

I should follow the advice I give to others, which is to not read the comments in social medias. But like a fool, I do since I fall for it almost every time.

Jimmy Chile seems convinced that Mike is running a con on me. I don’t see it, but Jimmy has seen a lot more than I have. I certainly wouldn’t want it to be true, but since when do I get what I want?

In the downtime at this gig, I found two possible job opportunities for Mike and sent them to him, but I have not heard back from him yet. Either he’s talking to his boyfriend, or I don’t know much anyway, I tried to make my bed. His words in my ear did not do much good for me and sort of poisoned the well for Bill and me. The Christmas gift that Bill gave me and my reaction to it were brought up a few times over the phone with Mike

Mike recognized the imagination and effort I put into getting gifts for him and Bill, and he really can’t speak about Bill because he regifted the gifts I gave him and told me that he did just that.

ICE in Hoboken, Jersey City