11-29-99 M 12:10 PM
Where do I start? After Thanksgiving dinner at my mother's, I gave Jerry the Freak a ride home. When I got home, there was a message from Carlin that Bere wanted to see the onion. I red "The Masque of the Red Death" and had a smoke and then decided to go over there. Glorious was there. She looked good. She was happy to see me. We talked a long time. She said she had been a little sad that I "dumped" her on New Year's Eve two years ago. She said that I'm a great guy and that we have a lot in common. She said that even though she had been a little sad, she respected my decision and admired my integrity. I said I was sorry, I was an idiot, and that I deserved to be scorned and slapped. I said I couldn't believe she was still nice to me and told her she is a hundred times better woman than Shirelle. We kind of held hands while we talked. We ended up playing Pictionary. Glorious and I won the first game. In the second game, they teamed me with Greg, and over-flamboyant, buck/gap-toothed, braided-hair queer. We won. After that, Glorious and I took a short walk. I invited her to my house, but she declined. They gave me a ride to my house around the corner, dropped me off, and went home. She called me last night, but I was dead asleep, and told her I'd call back today. Friday morning, I got up early and drove to Burbank and dropped another G on that entertainment center, a Jennyhill chair, an end table, and a lamp. I had kind of a hangover and cursed throughout the assembly of said purchases. I called my mom's friend's daughter, Rochelle, but got only machine. I didn't leave a message. Later, the phone rang. I couldn't find it before the machine came on. When I found it, I star-sixty-nined. It was Rochelle's mother (?!) Apparently, I had star-sixty-nined their star-sixty-nine. We talked a while. I had some charm and wit for a change. I invited Rochelle to come up to Pasadena with me. She came up from Orange to my house. We went to Twin Palms to meet Getoff. She has a great sense of humor and no interest in bullshit. We were kind of touching some: a hand on the arm, the shoulder, the back, around the waist. We were in the middle of a conversation with Getoff in the middle of the club when I leaned over and gave her an unpremeditated, open-mouthed kiss on the lips that was welcomed and returned in such a way that Walters walked off without finishing what he was saying.
Where do I start? After Thanksgiving dinner at my mother's, I gave Jerry the Freak a ride home. When I got home, there was a message from Carlin that Bere wanted to see the onion. I red "The Masque of the Red Death" and had a smoke and then decided to go over there. Glorious was there. She looked good. She was happy to see me. We talked a long time. She said she had been a little sad that I "dumped" her on New Year's Eve two years ago. She said that I'm a great guy and that we have a lot in common. She said that even though she had been a little sad, she respected my decision and admired my integrity. I said I was sorry, I was an idiot, and that I deserved to be scorned and slapped. I said I couldn't believe she was still nice to me and told her she is a hundred times better woman than Shirelle. We kind of held hands while we talked. We ended up playing Pictionary. Glorious and I won the first game. In the second game, they teamed me with Greg, and over-flamboyant, buck/gap-toothed, braided-hair queer. We won. After that, Glorious and I took a short walk. I invited her to my house, but she declined. They gave me a ride to my house around the corner, dropped me off, and went home. She called me last night, but I was dead asleep, and told her I'd call back today. Friday morning, I got up early and drove to Burbank and dropped another G on that entertainment center, a Jennyhill chair, an end table, and a lamp. I had kind of a hangover and cursed throughout the assembly of said purchases. I called my mom's friend's daughter, Rochelle, but got only machine. I didn't leave a message. Later, the phone rang. I couldn't find it before the machine came on. When I found it, I star-sixty-nined. It was Rochelle's mother (?!) Apparently, I had star-sixty-nined their star-sixty-nine. We talked a while. I had some charm and wit for a change. I invited Rochelle to come up to Pasadena with me. She came up from Orange to my house. We went to Twin Palms to meet Getoff. She has a great sense of humor and no interest in bullshit. We were kind of touching some: a hand on the arm, the shoulder, the back, around the waist. We were in the middle of a conversation with Getoff in the middle of the club when I leaned over and gave her an unpremeditated, open-mouthed kiss on the lips that was welcomed and returned in such a way that Walters walked off without finishing what he was saying.
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