I don’t know how much I can write. The Bulldog is here in the room with me doing some of his work stuff.
It’s weird, ya’ll. A lot like it was way back when. It’s nice, but not reality, and I’m sure we both know it. I don’t know what to do with this, really.
It’s so nice and lovely here. I’m staying in Venice at the beach. We are going up on the rooftop to watch the sunset later and then to dinner. Then, whatever. Maybe just back here for some more action. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll take him to his brother’s place, which is where his plans were taking him all along.
Work is driving me crazy. I was kind of trying to make this an unofficial vacation day, but of course, that didn’t happen. Still I took a bunch of time out of the day to do a nice walk and lunch and a stroll along the ocean with the BD.
It’s pretty clear that I’ll be looking for a new job come the first of the year…and even before that. Hate that it’s all being dragged out, and I really have no excuse to not be looking right at this very moment, but I’m just so freaking tired (I know, it’s tiresome to read that, isn’t it?). Bottom line is, I’m clearly not working smarter, and working harder gets me nowhere.
Anywho. I should get going. Like I said, this is kind of a weird thing that we’re doing. Vacationing with a dude that I hadn’t spoken to in what? 6 months? A dude who just disappeared because I decided to stop initiating contact? Its like one of the strangest things I’ve ever done, and yet, I’m having a good time.
I should stop trying to analyze this one and have an even more awesome time, right?
And oh, I just realized that I forgot about SHIP for a while. Love/Lust…whatever you want to call it sure is bizarre.
And I LOVE you, too!
GS
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