I Was Sooooo Going To Get My Act Together

I was sooooo going to get my act together, put a plan into action, get myself into gear, start sorting out my life, move forward... but then Sam, who had taken the day off to meet the painter – who never showed up, just by the way – said, “Come over.”

So, I did. It felt like a long weekend, Sam being home and all.

I weeded his garden – no, that is not a euphemism for anything, I really did weed his garden, while he took a shower – and then we went and ate noodles in Preston.

He'd been cleaning his house all morning. I told him if he cleaned his house too often, it would go against him and I'd look at him less favorably. Too much cleaning doesn't make sense, it only gets dirty again and it is such a waste of time. He promised me, nervously I have to say, that he's only clean once a month.

However, he escorted me to the supermarket, after lunch, to buy washing powder, my excuse for not having "done" my washing, no washing powder. He wasn't buying my lack of time excuse. Ha, ha.

I've been buying home brands... do you know how much cheaper they are? I've never really bought them before. Sam now laughs when I ask, "Is there a home brand variant?"
Dishwasher tablets normally $11.50, home brand $5.99. Washing powder normally $15, home brand $3.99. Missy's food normally $70 for 6 kilos, home brand $3.99 for 1 kilo.

We went to the aquarium and bought fish for Sam's fish tank, some blue neons and some lovely yellow fish, gorgeous lemon.

And we bought silicone at Bunnings. I'm a fix-stuff kind of poof. It comes from having a dad who could fix stuff, who I followed around when I was a kid, propped up beside him watching what he did. He didn't teach me as such, but I find I know how to do lots of stuff because watching him.
We went home and Sam put the fish in the tank and I siliconed up the awning over his front door, as it had leaked in the last rain.

Then Anthony, his housemate, came home around 3.30 and I grabbed my things and headed out the front door. Oh, he's uptight and not energy I like being around.
Two Telstra technicians in a Telstra van watched us kiss good bye on the front door step - as Anthony came in the back door - apparently, wide-eyed. I had my back to them. Ah, it's good for them straight boys. Every time a straight boy sees a gay boy kiss another gay boy, a ghost of homophobia past dissolves somewhere in the ether.
The sun was shining, I was listening to Guy Sebastian's Memphis cd, in the car. I was home by 4pm.

Maybe tomorrow I can resurrect my career? Not that I want to, don't get me wrong. I soooooooooo don't want to go back to work, back into the den of cunts. I sooooooooo don't need work to keep me entertained.