Back to Work?

Miss!
I hope that you have awoken alive and well and breathing clearly. Those polyurethane fumes can clear the sinuses you know!
Oh, tis cold in Dingley this morning, and off to work I go (hi ho).
Have a great day back Miss.
xTom


Up and at 'em, that was me this morning. Shaking all the way, as I had your bedroom window open and it was freezing.
I bumped in to Raymond in Gertrude Street and he said he only has this week to go until he goes to Italy. Yeah, good on ya, I thought. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, I can hardly afford a tram fare. You know, I think I have got everything wrong, all my life. That's what I thought, as the tram arrived. But then there was a v. cute w.b. was sitting opposite me and I forgot everything. Oh! Black hair, olive skin...
christian


23.00
Manny called at 21.45 and wanted me to go over there, but I turned him down. I just listened to the message he left earlier, saying he enjoyed Saturday morning. He’s a sweet, if mixed up, boy.

Do you know, I was feeling a little depressed about the no friends thing and it was with trepidation that I signed onto my email, the thought of getting milfs on display or cock sucking sluts and nothing else filled me full of sadness. But, the first email was from Mark and Luke and the next two were from Josh… and then I went to the toilet and pissed inside my track suite pants, while I waited for the next ones to down load. The next one was also from Mark and Luke and Tom. I got twenty altogether, even one about what the mother of my children might think about me looking at porn sites, twenty altogether. But I don’t care about those other ones, when I get some real ones.

It’s really depressing to only get junk emails.


evening
Phew!
What a loooonnnnggggg day!
Hope you had a good one Miss.
Never pay attention to people about to go to Italy.
What did you do wrong? Absolutely Nothing!
Did I tell you that when meeting Mark1^ from gaydar I rant into Robbie the dealer who'se number I lost, and that he gave me a free sample to share with Marky. Well, it was a mighty fine half a pill, and we spent the night literally wrapped in each others arms talking of everything, but Miss, how far can one go with a 22year old?!
A 5'7 52kg 22yo at that!
Anyway, twas a good night, albeit a bit longer than I had expected.
And up at 5 this morning!
I hope I can stay awake for QAF!
xTom


What did I do wrong, I turned into a boring bastard, with no friends. That’s what I did wrong. Even my relationship with Tom has changed. When he went out to The Laird the last few times, he hasn’t asked me to go.

It’s raining.

I’m smoking cigarettes like a chimney. No dope, though.


well done dear fletchy... you surpassed my wildest expectations... but then again you seem to be doing that a lot lately on the home body front... i.m werry werry proud... talkin to germans for 2 long... having a ball with the boys... smoking much to much and eating to match... polished of a whole tray of home made tarramazzzooooo.....are ya jealous......
don.t sleep with the window closed tonight cos i,d like you to be there when i get back thank you...and i.ll try not to drive over a cliff... tried driving yesterday ... think i,d better go for the auto... the manual is just a tad to much of a head fuck....you know the old patting the head and rubbing the tummy thing... eeeeehhhh no thanks...
Meeting up with mikey mike tomorrow in venice... the mind boggles... mightn.t hear from us for a few days.... internet caffe,s maybe a bit scarce on the canals somehow... congrats on your boards cri… you are a clever boy... the sebastians say hi... lukie 2... hugs.... me


M and L
It's raining here. Lovely wintry rain. The smoke has cleared... maybe it was just a house fire in George Street, or maybe it was the waft of bush fires blowing in? Who can say?
The leaves have all turned yellow and red and have begun to fall, flip-flop, flip-flop to the ground. Umbrellas are turning inside out majestically and the skies are grey and the wet wood of the bare trunks are strong and solid and brown, with fingery tips pointing like arthritic hands. Ttttttt, go my lips out in the cold. My toes curl for warmth, as I stare down at my reflection in a puddle in the street.
I'm jealous of the tarramazzzooooo... of course. Yum, yum. It must be grand.
Not so clever on the home front. I didn't do my bedroom. Still haven't got the top room done. Still haven't got new flat mates. Still haven't got my car back. Still haven't rung Beck, actually. (I went to last night, not sure now why I didn't)
No, not much to be proud of really.
Say hello to Mike and the Sebastians.
I saw Richard this morning, he's counting down the days. Did I tell you how smashed I was when I left his birthday party? Oooo!
And get the automatic, I want you two back safe and sound, too.