Welcome to my happily ever after...
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bright lights big city
Wow. I can't wait to get out of here and take a big fat nap. I could use one as my weekend was crazy. Here we go:
I got out of here at noon on Wednesday, and I went home and slept like I was hibernating. I woke up about 7:00, called my friend Saul, and headed over there to watch Raising Helen with him. It was rather cute. I then hit the road around 10:00 and came home and went to bed early to prepare myself for Project Thanksgiving the next morning.
So Thanksgiving itself was not all that bad. Even though we had it at a cousin's house that I don't know very well, it really wasn't too terribly odd. I smiled until my face hurt and then finally got outta there at 5 that afternoon. Went home and napped.
good thing.
Around 10 PM, Saul called and asked me to come over there as he was having a little getogether. I throw some clothes on knowing very well that I won't be wearing them very long. We I get there, we did exactly what I thought we would: smoke crystal. I know, I know....what the fuck am I doing? It makes me do 2 things: incessantly touch my dick and stay up all night long. So guys start coming over around midnight, and things were a blur. I didn't have sex with anyone, but dammit I sure did watch everyone else. When I felt uncomfortable and felt like I was getting unwarranted attention, I just got up and went and sat on the floor.
Well, this went on from midnight until 4 PM the next day. Yup. Needless to say, I was exhausted Friday night. I made some dinner, watched TV, and then went to bed early. My dick was raw...no I mean RAW from touching it so much the 14 hours before. No, it wasn't raw from having sex. I just sat there for hours and hours touching myself. Not necessarily jerking off...but touching.
Any guys out there want a sex tip? Never EVER use K-Y or breeders lube for sex. The nonoxynol 9 in it will fuck you up. A friend of mine that is a tranny prostitute told me that the Nonoxynol 9 is basically a detergent that kills sperm, and many, many people have an alleric reaction to it. Fuck yeah they do. Especially when it's on your dick for 14 hours.
Did that stop me? FUCK NO! The next night I went to Saul's house to help him decorate for Christmas. I was hating every minute of it until he pulled out the little pipe and yet again, we smoked more crystal. Then I was in turbo decorating mode. I knew then that I didn't want to stay there all night long. Around 1:30 AM, I went back to my apartment and looked for some of my online/offline friends. Everyone had disappeared for some reason...I couldn't find anyone I knew. So I started talking to a friend of a friend online, and he said "You know what...come over. I bought a new digital camera today and want to learn how to use it. Plus you can take naked pictures of me." So off I went!
He turned out really cute! Seeing that we were both high, we hit it off rather quickly. There wasn't even any real sex to be had, however we just sat there naked and played around on the computer and watched porn for close to 6 hours. I took some pics of him, however being a small dark room combined with a super bright flash, we both looked like refugees from some albino prison camp. I particularly enjoyed playing with his nipple clamps, and he gave them to me! He said he didn't like them. Fun stuff. We also smoked more crystal. Does everyone in Houston do that?
At one point, he says "OK, I gotta get ready to go to brunch with some friends," and I was shocked. What do I do now? I didn't something I have never done in my life...I came pretty fucking close to begging. I said "come on...stay here with me. You can see your friends anytime." No dice. I think that freaked him out and made me look clingy and weird. I mean, I'd been over there for 6 hours, however what was I to do then? So I left.
Went home, got online and found my friend Clay. He'd been up all night partying as well, and he invited me over. I flew over there. I could tell that I was about to crash soon and didn't want to be alone. No telling what I'd end up doing if I stayed home. I can see myself trying to beat the tile in the kitchen up with a hammer or something horrific like that.
Clay and I just hung out watching football drinking some beer for a few hours, and I got home around 6 PM. Clay had given me a vicodin right before I left to help bring me down, and I'm sure glad that he did. I went to bed around 8:30 and got the most glorious wonderful sleep ever.
I am really tired today. I need to stop doing this shit.
3:26 p.m. - 2004-11-29
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