I worked late… very late.
I worked late... very late. I did accomplish some non-work items today, but none really worth mentioning. Well, I'm a chunky-blonde brunette now. I had some strong blonde highlights put in my hair. I usually fuck with my hair about 3 times a year. I was due. After my late night in the office, I met Irfan for steak at FPP. It was better than I expected. I stopped by MD and got my Guy tickets for Thursday. I am looking forward to it. Well, I am looking forward to the show, but I am still undecided on the ex-girlfriend meeting. I mean, I think I am happy that we are going on a friendly outing together, but I really don't want to go to prison. She brings out that bad, bad me... the old, dark me that I never talk about. When I'm with her, I see that me that I am trying to cover with a rug and the dust only accumulated with time. I almost never came back from that me... but I did. I can be strong. I am not that man anymore.
You’ll have to elaborate. What is the “Dark” Clayton like? We’ll all be waiting with interest!
those skeletons are being cremated and those closets nailed shut… sorry
Damn.
Yay, good boy. Dont play with fire twice! :)
well, i don’t mean to be so elusive… it’s just that there are things in my past that i’m not terribly proud of that require intimacy to share… i may occasionally seem open here, but there is more to this book than the cover… and unfortunately, some of the pages may never be read here
that’s why this page is intentionally left blank.
oh, god.
I definitely should get a solid thwacking for that one.
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