All mixed up
September 10th 2025 Wednesday. Last night hanging out with Bill was quite nice. He was driving me up the wall and loving every minute of it, when he drives me up the wall he’s usually driving a bus so it’s hectic.
I greatly enjoyed the reply last night. It gave me many laughs. We watched John Oliver and The Daily Show which was informative and funny.
Around 4:00 in the morning the smoke detector / carbon monoxide detector started making noise and I knew it would continue so I got out of bed, got on the step ladder and took apart the smoke detector/carbon monoxide detector. I’m happy to say that we did not die during the night. My sleep was interrupted by this.
Today is Wednesday which is in a strange way My Thursday since I am off on Friday that means Thursday is Friday or words to that effect.
I was hoping for a plan of renting a car and going down to the shore this weekend that only for the day but that might not happen because
Bill could not afford it so I am willing to contribute just to get out of town
Bill might be working this weekend since he did not work steady in the month of August because he was working on the play. He’s a bit broke
I suppose I’d have to be content with being by myself over the weekend which would be fine, I’d rather not but I have no say in the matter. It’s true as one gets older and goes through life little things like birthday parties don’t really matter that much although when they do happen they really do matter.
It’s a gray Wednesday at work raining is most of the day and once again I have no say in the matter.
I did read some notes about the podcast that I was thinking about doing earlier this year and it still does make sense it might be worth looking into and pursuing.
But the layout for this post is a bit screwy but I can fix it in post. I haven’t heard from Mike in about 36 hours and I’m not complaining I have enough drama in my life at the moment and I don’t need anymore from his end
And I’m glad things went out with a whimper not with a bang. Perhaps I was whimpering but things came as a shock as they slowly round to a halt.
He saw my 15 years of solo sexuality as abuse on Bill’s part but it wasn’t and I was not crying I was taking care of letters in my own hands literally I’m figuratively. Then shorty wound up in my lap he said all the right things which opened my arms as well as my legs hahaha.
It was all for nought. The well is dry the bank is closed no more for him. Let his admirers take care of him I wash my hands in a matter of Pontius Pilate or Lady Macbeth
8 minutes to lunch I have a cigar all cueued up and ready to go. I will be calling shorty around 1:10 if he answers the phone fine if he doesn’t that’s it I move on.
Should I tell him that I was hooked on him and not speaking to him for over 24 hours showed me that I ain’t hooked on him anymore.
I just saw a young man who looked like he fell far from the Michael Hutchence tree and studied too hard on perfecting a strut which made it look more like he had something in his shoe which caused him pain while walking down the street.
Today, the sky is the color of one of the topics from yesterday, lactose-free milk.
It’s a crazy guy nearby, grabbing his dick through his sweat shorts. I don’t think he’s a threat, but one never knows, do they? He paces anxiously, two steps forward, two steps back, two steps forward, two steps back.
Crazy guy has moved out of sight, not necessarily a good thing, but we shall see. Other news, Charlie Kirk was shot in the neck at a rally today. The anti-LGBT right-wing crank is dead.