Christine's Justin

Sam got up at 5am and headed into the city to line up for his iPhone 6. We chatted a bit, I should have gone with him, you know, be a good boyfriend, but pretty quickly I fell back to sleep.

You know, these terrorist raids that have been happening over the last 24 hours, with stories of immanent attacks and beheadings, I don’t believe they are true, they stink of being a political stunt by that idiot Abbott to boost his popularity. Why it is evil and sad if they are untrue is that it came into my mind as Sam left the house. With these ideas so fresh in everybody’s heads, here is someone walking alone in the dark who could easily be grabbed. It is criminally sad if it is a political stunt to boost Abbot’s popularity, if it makes us all fearful. It’s the seeds for the destruction of democracy as we know it, because we become fearful, not optimistic, because of a political lie.

Christine was going to be in late, as she had to take her car to be serviced. She was going to then drive her son Justin’s car in…

…she showed me a photo of Justin once. Christine is not a looker, so I wasn’t expecting much from Justin, and while he had the same thatch of nothing brown/blond hair, almost exactly the same as Christine, he was not bad looking. He had his arms up, and his t-shirt had risen up to show the perfect hairline down his stomach disappearing down the front of his jeans. I instantly pictured a bush of sandy/blond hair, and although he had on baggy jeans, he did seem to have quite a noticeable bulge in the front of them. I was lost for words a little, as I couldn’t say my first thought. Normally, I would, but you can’t say that to a work colleague and a mother, and I kind of stumble to say anything else… “Um, ah…”

(The women I work with know I'm gay, I swear they show me their sons to get my reaction)

She said she wouldn’t be too late, which probably meant she wouldn’t actually be late at all. Don’t think you are going to get the morning off to write your journal, Christian.

As I thought, she arrived not long after the usual time.

We were scratching for things to do, so Christine gave me a small project to do which involved some research for one of our software applications. Easy peasy.

Christine left at 3pm to go and pick up her car.

After Christine left, I got to do some work on my August Journal. Editing. Printing. I shouldn’t print it at work, considering I talk about all of my work colleagues in my journal, but I am very careful. Oh, could you imagine if I left some of it on the printer.

I left at 4.55pm. I was driving up [name of] Street at 5pm.

I went for an hour walk at 5.30pm. My hip hurt, I am not sure why. The hip I fell on some months ago. Bugger! I’m sure that isn’t good.

We ate tacos.

Sam showed me his new iPhone6. It is cream with a red case, which Sam says is stylish. I don’t like the colour scheme. 

I get the iPhone 5S, we have to install my thumb print on it for security. It doesn’t really look any different to my old iPhone 5 once my black phone case is put on it.

I fell asleep on the couch as we watched Heston Blumenthal.

We went to bed at 10pm, when Sam couldn’t stand me sleeping on the couch any longer.

I think I’d slept since 8pm. So comfy on the couch. I’m going to have to try and teach Sam to let me sleep on the couch. Yes, well, good luck with that.