| In Transit 09.04.2002 - In Transition While moving is never an enjoyable experience, trucking all of my belongings from one place to another and having to wait over two weeks to actually live in my new digs qualifies for full-on government subsidized ass suckage. It's a feeling similar to giving Star Jones a pity fuck only to have her kick you in the balls just before you're about to ejaculate, only somehow less pleasurable. I could have ended up spending this time shacked up with Jackson at the local Motel 6 on his parents' nickel. I felt incredibly guilty about this because they've already done more than enough by allowing me to live in the house they've purchased at a rent well below the going rate for a room of its caliber. Draining more of their money would only succeed in making me feel worse and making them dislike me more than I already suspect they do. Instead, however, Holly swooped in at the last minute and offered me a spot on her couch. Once she assured me it wouldn't be an imposition on her or her roommate, I took her up on her offer. Holly is an angel if only because she's keeping me from going stir crazy and having to kill Jackson after spending too much time in the same room with him. No offense to Jackson, obviously. I just need private time sometimes. You know. To think about things and cry. While pleasuring myself. Anyway, since I'll be mostly exiled from Diaryland for a while and I don't know when exactly I'll have internet at my new place, updates will be sparse. You are upset, I can tell. Why don't you put your head on my shoulder so I can console you. Yes, where I come from, tongue kissing is part of the consolation process. That's how we get over our grief. Yes. I hope you're all having a lovely September. Hopefully I'll see you soon. |
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