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(no subject) [Mar. 29th, 2009|02:13 pm]
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Taking a break from trying to pull brilliance out of my ass for this new client - and why the fuck did I agree to take on a landscaper, of all things? I know jack-shit about landscaping. Of course I will eventually come up with something fabulous (when have I ever not done so?) but this feels more like "hard work" than I'm used to.

It helps that the loft is child-free for a change and thus quiet. And yes, I mean not just Peter, playing whatever brats his age play at his friend's house, but also YOU. You're usually noisier than he is. And I don't mean only when I'm plowing your smooth tight ass.

I'm sure you're having a great time with your mommy and her child-husband on their shopping spree (though why they'd come to the Pitts to shop when Chicago has much more and better selections). Well, I know why. Mommy wants to buy some new Garanimals for her baby boy. (This time I mean you, not Adam.) And I suspect that, even though (or because) you know how I feel about US taking money from that guy, you're going to let him spend money on YOU today. Partly for your own sake, partly to annoy me, and partly to make your mother happy. Right? Right.

Well, if Adam wants to indulge your unbelievable lack of wardrobe taste, far be it from me to object.

It's convenient for visits that Jennifer has kept her condo (guess the reason for not selling is the current market?); at least we don't have to put them up here. And that means I can have your ass to myself when you get back from the mall, or whereverthefuck you're shopping. Maybe I can finish roughing out this presentation before you get home and distract me.
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Thank You Brian! [Mar. 22nd, 2009|10:24 am]
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It may not have been the fuck-feast of Costa Rica, but my ass can't really tell the difference.  Sore is sore. 

Seriously though, it was a fabulous vacation.   I know I speak for Peter and Gus in saying that you outdid yourself.  Which I know you know.

So thank you for the trip and for pampering me through the trauma of turning 26.  I'm almost as old now as you were when me met.  Now THAT'S a traumatic thought.
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What Are You Protecting Me From? [Mar. 12th, 2009|07:57 pm]
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I know, Brian. I know what's up and I can't believe you couldn't just tell me.  It's about money. Not life and death. WTF?
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Enough [Mar. 8th, 2009|08:36 pm]
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What the fuck is going on? You've been reading that shit over and over again. Enough all ready.

Come watch TAR with me.
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Pardon Me Your Lordship [Mar. 7th, 2009|07:39 pm]
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Are you going to be this grumpy ALL weekend? Okay, last night you had work to do, I understand that. But today, you've been on edge since we got up. Even what should have been an impressively satisfying blowjob and shower fuck didn't seem to deter your mood for long. What gives?

Should Peter and I go to the movie without you? Neither of us is in the mood for more of your barking orders. Save it for bed.
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It's arranged [Mar. 3rd, 2009|04:16 pm]
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The security company has promised to have a serviceman at the gallery tomorrow morning to install the new security measures AND the panic button. Don't argue with me about any of this. It's arranged already.

If you are not home by now, call me. I'm leaving early today (i.e. soon).

.....guess I have to be my charming self and thank the cat person for telling me to move my ass and get this posted in the right place.......so, yeah. Okay. I just did.
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I Need To Tell You Something [Mar. 2nd, 2009|07:43 pm]
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I thought you might be home by now, so I was hoping to do it in-person.  But if you're not leaving right now, I think I'd like to tell you here. You just need to promise not to overeact.  NOTHING is wrong. Nobody is hurt.  But something unpleasant happened and I want to tell you about it.
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Hey! [Feb. 28th, 2009|08:41 pm]
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You getting much done? 

Wanna snack?   A little cocksucking?

I've done about as much work as I'm going to tonight.  So just let me know when we can resume our more calisthenic activities.  Oh, and what's that IRS thing about?  You didn't mention it. 



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Update or something [Feb. 21st, 2009|03:55 pm]
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Oh yeah, guess I was supposed to post an update or something here. Not my fault the lad didn't remind me. He stayed in Toronto the entire week, finishing the apartment closing process and doing some gallery work (which he can fucking well tell you about himself sometime), while I played stay-at-home uncle/babysitter/slave-driver for the teenage pain in the ass. The younger one, not the one who still LOOKS like a teenager (and acts like one too, but don't tell him I said so).

That is quite enough fucking narration or whateverthefuck you call this kind of thing. Now I am going to address Mister Taylor, always assuming he bothers to open his laptop sometime and reads this.

J, I (and Peter, if he can tear himself away from his stupid games and cellphone) will pick you up at the airport tomorrow. And then we are going to dump the kid someplace yet to be determined. At Jesus Central, or someplace else, I don't give a fuck where (how about the bus station, that's open 24/7 isn't it?). Then we can have the loft to ourselves so that I can fuck you into oblivion or beyond, and you can do your little squealing/screaming routine to your heart's content, without giving the boy far more sex education than he needs right now.

Besides, the loft's been too fucking quiet. You make so much noise and mess that I should be glad of the respite, but apparently I've gotten used to it, or something. There's a fucking echo in here when I'm alone.
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I Guess I Was Tired [Feb. 12th, 2009|10:23 pm]
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I can't believe it's after 10. I've been asleep since - I don't know - a long time. I think I laid down around 4:30. When did you get home?

I hear you in there, but I don't want to argue. Looks like you're working in the dark.

Can we talk?
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