Orpheus was brilliant last night at his new leisure activity, but Basso was kind of a turd… And all because I didn’t bring one (well, two,) stupid things downtown. Oh, well. It’d be slightly better if O. weren’t still being kind of a turd today. He’s decided to leave me home tonight while he goes all by his lonesome to a party that, until early this morning, I also was invited to. Furthermore, this means that, in order to see me before shit spins up, he wants me to come downtown immediately after work for a light dinner. Nevermind that this clashes with the collective work-drink planned tonight, no…
Really, I’m just jealous of his time. And I need to get over it. He’s fine with letting me do my own thing occasionally. In fact, he encourages it. I’m the one who has trouble letting go of his naked body for a passel of minutes every day. Yes, this clingy, clutch-y little monkey needs to learn some restraint, and not be so fucking pouty. Wish me luck. I’m-a gonna need it.
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