Writing and socialising

I worked on short stories all day. Writing, writing, writing. Yay, clever me. Don’t answer the door, don’t answer the phone. Well, of course there are a few exclusions to the list.

I met Nella at Arcadia when I went around to get cigarettes. She still has that nervous disposition, which is always fascinating and off-putting all at the same time. She’s good though, still being a bad lesbian with a boyfriend.

Tom dropped in on his way to Wet on Wellington. He was toey and practically drooling. Go Tom! He loves nothing more than getting his hands on some new boy flesh.

Manny came over to visit. Speaking of boy flesh. I kissed him, touched him and licked him all over. I like nothing more than pulling his pants off.