This weekend sucked rocks. Well, not really, but it wasn’t terribly interesting, either. I developed the weirdest sore on my lip, which I was assured by my doctor wasn’t an STD (post-testing), but he’ll be damned if he has any idea what it actually is, either. There’s another culture that should be coming in, soon… Thrush, maybe? That’s what I get for falling asleep without brushing my teeth after drinking wine or beer one too many times. I’m getting hits left and right for my new resume, but most of the jobs aren’t the type that I have any interest in, whatsoever. Orpheus hopes fervently that I’ll get a good call regarding a new job, as I’ve been rather a prickly pear for the last few weeks, and am drinking too much. Oh, yeah, and I’m getting fat.
The one plus (given everything else, including the [contagious?] sore, no decent job hits, the imminent exodus of Bulgaria from the US of A, etc), despite my clear preference for oral/anal/makeout to whacking off, is that I’m really hitting O’s buttons with the mutual masturbation. Until we’d established our basic interface rules early in the relationship, the sex was VERY awkward, and sometimes off-putting. For me, because Orpheus likes to be edged, and my hand would fall asleep before he was ready to cum. For him, because I like frottage, and it used to freak his shit out. Nowadays, these are rare activities in aggregate… Lately, they’ve been constant. One, two, three times daily. And he’s starting to have that happy, Mooney expression in his eyes every time he looks at me. This is nice, but I can’t wait to find out about mr. weird-sore so we can get back to the butt-sex. As he gets Mooney, I’m getting irritated. Plus, he’s got a condition where he gets multiple cankers inside his mouth when he is stressed or eats something too spicy, and he can’t eat my ass, either, so I’m not bottoming until he’s rated to ream full-bore. Boo, weird mouth sores, BOO!!!
Saturday was odd, as Bulgaria threw his going away party… He’s in the US until September 5th, but wanted to see everybody one last time. I’m supposed to be making dinner for Bulgaria and his BF next week as a last hurrah for us. It’s so depressing, and I can’t be negative about it, but when one’s best friend in a city leaves, it’s painful and distressing. Especially given the role B. played for me, getting me through the divorce. Sunday was just all-around crappy. I was at Orpheus’ place downtown while he worked, and I spent most of the day sleeping. I also slept all night last night, and I’m tired as hell today. I’ll be sleeping through my lunch break for the first time in forever. Also, it’s FREEZING in here, and I just can’t get warm. My fingers keep fumbling they’re so cold and grey with purple at the tips… Poop!
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