July 6 | Sunday | The Beige Inn | St LaCroix 97
I have just returned froma nice day cycling around the lakes.
(Lake Calhoun, Lake Harriet and Lake of the Isles) with Christain,
a blonde haird blue-eyed type and Bryan a no-haired bespectacled
ex-monk type. Recently Bryan had had an “update operation”
on his left shoulder to reposition the titanium ball that replaced
the original ball in his shoulder.
An accident from his drinking days.
Don’t ask.
He’s a nice enough guy. Into gardening. Knows the names of all
the plants. He’s now a psychologist. Christian who’s only two
months sober, refers to him as The Monk. I enjoyed it though.
The weather was nice and the bike is good to have. I went to see
My Best Friend’s Wedding. So basically after ogling every female
Uptown. I ogled Julia Roberts downtown. Sigh.
There were two couples in a row opposite me in a booth
at the The Uptown Diner. Their behaviour was almost identical.
The man reluctant, the girl insistant. She was touching him and
he was all shy and unsure and retrieving. I was with the
guy thinking ‘Don’t fall for it you’ll regret it you poor bastard.
She’ll fucking shred you.”
Shows you the state of my mind at the moment.
Then I went into the agency where the female security guard
was friendly. Probably bored put of her poor dykey mind.
Called Ma who’s living it up. She’d just returned from the
Golf Club where she’d won an umbrella and a £10 voucher.
I said I envied her and I meant it.
I passed by My House again today I like saying that.
I can’t wait to get in there I‘m really tired of these
fucking Executive Suites. Soon they’ll be the
ex-Exectutive Suites. I need to lose some weight or
I won’t have a chance with these
Swedish chicks. And they are fucking everywhere.
Young too.
Mind you I reckon I probably do have a chance with
some of them because most of the guys here are
roaring faggots This is after all number two for
fag-infestation after San Francisco.
Got back from the Sunday night meeting feeling fucking
great. First time I’ve felt good since I got here. Paul from
Voodoo films was there and was all keenness and new glasses
trying to cast his spell over me. And some very nice looking
women. I’m telling ya, a man can’t hold out forever.
There was a tasty little blondie one in particular.
(Lake Calhoun, Lake Harriet and Lake of the Isles) with Christain,
a blonde haird blue-eyed type and Bryan a no-haired bespectacled
ex-monk type. Recently Bryan had had an “update operation”
on his left shoulder to reposition the titanium ball that replaced
the original ball in his shoulder.
An accident from his drinking days.
Don’t ask.
He’s a nice enough guy. Into gardening. Knows the names of all
the plants. He’s now a psychologist. Christian who’s only two
months sober, refers to him as The Monk. I enjoyed it though.
The weather was nice and the bike is good to have. I went to see
My Best Friend’s Wedding. So basically after ogling every female
Uptown. I ogled Julia Roberts downtown. Sigh.
There were two couples in a row opposite me in a booth
at the The Uptown Diner. Their behaviour was almost identical.
The man reluctant, the girl insistant. She was touching him and
he was all shy and unsure and retrieving. I was with the
guy thinking ‘Don’t fall for it you’ll regret it you poor bastard.
She’ll fucking shred you.”
Shows you the state of my mind at the moment.
Then I went into the agency where the female security guard
was friendly. Probably bored put of her poor dykey mind.
Called Ma who’s living it up. She’d just returned from the
Golf Club where she’d won an umbrella and a £10 voucher.
I said I envied her and I meant it.
I passed by My House again today I like saying that.
I can’t wait to get in there I‘m really tired of these
fucking Executive Suites. Soon they’ll be the
ex-Exectutive Suites. I need to lose some weight or
I won’t have a chance with these
Swedish chicks. And they are fucking everywhere.
Young too.
Mind you I reckon I probably do have a chance with
some of them because most of the guys here are
roaring faggots This is after all number two for
fag-infestation after San Francisco.
Got back from the Sunday night meeting feeling fucking
great. First time I’ve felt good since I got here. Paul from
Voodoo films was there and was all keenness and new glasses
trying to cast his spell over me. And some very nice looking
women. I’m telling ya, a man can’t hold out forever.
There was a tasty little blondie one in particular.
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