Ales showed up on my doorstep, sad and rather drunk. I think it is lucky he had a cab instead of his car, because I do not trust him driving sober. But he comes inside and it... it would be so easy.
But instead I tuck him into bed and tell him it will be alright... like... like Radek! What the fuck is wrong with me?
I do not know what Marchant did, but I hope he acts like this more. I was happy to find Ales paying me a visit last night (sort of late, but is fine that way), we had talking and drinks. I feel I was very restrained.
Is too bad Eric managed to hurt himself, but at least I am playing more. Pretty good bargain.
If anyone asks, was not my knife that Ales borrowed for his suicide attempt. I still have to was his blood off it. Ick. Stupid little Czech boy, can't even sharpen cell phone without cutting himself.
Ales and I are no longer fighting, which is good thing. I missed him, I know, and it was stupid of me to just be rude to him when I was upset. Maybe, was not big thing to anyone else, but important to me
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Training camp will be starting tomorrow. Since I am back from Russia, it will be nice change. And good to see Ales again. And also good to have chance to play more strip Go-Fish, if I am lucky. It is much better to dwell on Ales stripping when it is of his own free will and right mind
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