Cheers Mate

I got up early, well, 9am and went to the shop to get coffee beans, via the video shop to return, Read My Lips. On my way past The Club the party boys were just being exited; cute, funny, pilled. The cutest blond one smiled a crooked smile and gave me a thumbs up sign,

Cheers mate!

Cheers mate, indeed, I thought, as I (warmly, nostalgically) laughed at the sight of them.

Hey Christian

Hope this finds you chirpy and productive...

My evening was *interesting*. Went over to Luke and Chris (the pash rash boys from Beyond) last night. Luke popped a pill as I arrived and seemed to enjoy my ministrations very much, although he came quite quickly – too quickly for me!

Then he shuddered and shaked and trembled under our gentle touches, while I tried to talk Chris into taking a pill with me.

He wouldn't! He's going to NZ in two weeks, and the last time he travelled he got sniffed out (by dogs) at customs after taking drugs and was cavity searched! It was all most inconvenient and I left in a dutch huff around 2.30am.

"Sleep here? You've got to be joking!!"

Anyway I've threatened them with legal action and hopefully Chris will realise the error of his ways. (Luke is up for anything, anytime, my kinda boy really...)

Now I've got the footy tonight, and then a date with the lovely Jason afterwards – an 80 sling room – tres romantic!

You should be happy Miss – Essendon have now won 6 in a row!

xTom

Well, miss?

I'm good. Just getting the computer turned on to do a little home work. One assignment has been started with emails sent to the appropriate contact yesterday. Got an "out of office" back on it, but that makes no never mind, at least it's done.

I got up early, well, 9am and went to the shop to get coffee beans, via the video shop to return Read My Lips. On my way past The Club the party boys were just being exited; cute, funny, pilled. Bouncing on the spot. The cutest blond one smiled a crooked smile and gave me a thumbs up sign, Cheers mate!

Cheers mate, indeed, I thought, as I (warmly, nostalgically) laughed at the sight of them.

Settled into watching DVD's last night. The Glen psychodrama is back on – one day in front of an open fire with a mug of coca when we're old, I'll tell you the full truth about all of that – so I'm again banned from Ascot Vale. But my smiley little Greek boyfriend called about 9.45 to say he was horny, so I said come over. And low and behold, he did. By tram what's more, only took forty minutes. We watched the end of the film, one which wasn't the slasher type and Manny even found he even enjoyed it, cuddling on the couch. And then we lay on the mattress in the dark in front of the open fire and the glow from the hot embers on my muscle boys skin was quite exquisite.

Today, I've discovered that Mark and Luke arrive in Melbourne midnight tomorrow with me picking them up and driving them to Bolago. (Maybe I might need a little speed?) So, I've arranged for Monday off, natch.

Luke's dad called me and I'm sure that I sounded completely vague – no, I was vague, I had no idea – as he asked me about details. I struggled, momentarily, thinking I'd bluff, but then I thought, what do I care what he thinks. (You're heading towards forty years old, Christian!)

When he said midnight Sunday, I thought I was no closer to knowing...is that tonight, or tomorrow night?

Midnight, you say?

You were going out tomorrow night, weren't you, he said in an accusatory tone. (Tomorrow night, interesting, I thought)

No, no, not me. Nah, just chilled, Lenny, I said. It's the weekend. (I was planning to get my cock sucked, I wanted to answer, which made me laugh and I'm sure confused father Fred)

But I manage to get the required info out of him. Ha, ha.

I was waiting for an email from Mark and Luke, which, probably will still come... and everything would have been okay without Freddy, anyway.

Essendon indeed! Woo-hoo! I listened to the team sing the song post-match. You know, it's the one club song I can never get a handle on. It's just a tuneless durge. Actually, not even a durge, as a durge has some semblance of a tune.

So there you go.

And now I've decided to study, my head has decided to ache. Bugger the world to hell! (Which would be okay if you added some tight little bottom boy’s hole and an array of drugs. Maybe?)

Why would Chris be sniffed by dogs for something he may have ingested two weeks prior?

At the risk of bringing the universe to a halt, you are taking too many pills!

christian

SMS 20.23. Go Saints! Are you in tonight? Perhaps I could pop in for a cup of tea later? – Tom

The day just melted away. I gave up on speech writing about 8pm. Jees, listen to me. I gave up on gaydar and then a snatch at speech writing about 8pm. Wasted the whole day, from about midday. What is wrong with me?

I called Stella to tell her that neither Beck nor I would be in first thing Monday. And she did tell me that Bethany from Hardin Gant will probably do what I want because Greg Cameron, Stella’s friend, is Bethany’s boss. So more than likely she will be compliant. Cool, I thought.

I watched DVD’s. Sex with Strangers, which delved into the world of swingers. It was sad to see how sex just consumed these people. Although, admittedly, that was the only part of their lives that we were privy to. Sweet Sixteen, which was just depressing and I was glad when it was over. The Life of Annabel Chong, which was interesting, kind of. And Marijuana made in the thirties, which, if I remember rightly, was all a part of the propaganda to out-law marijuana by the oil, textile and paper industries. I fell asleep before the end.

Manny called at midnight to tell me that he and Glen had been arguing for the last two and half hours, mostly about the fact that Manny doesn’t want to have sex with him. Manny makes all kinds of excuses… lame ones, to be sure, because he only wants to have sex with me. What kind of looser is Glen? Well, I suppose anyone who buys a relationship… that’s the kind of loser that he is.

But I can hear it in Manny’ voice, always, after he has spent any time with Glen. He sounds little and frail… it makes me sad. But, Manny has chosen this. Admittedly, it is his past that has chosen this, given him no option. Am I making excuses? Maybe. Is he just using people for money? He is using Glen. But, he has paid the money he owes me off to two and a half thousand, down from four thousand.