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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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?

What the fuck is going on? You've been reading that shit over and over again. Enough all ready.

Come watch TAR with me.

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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.

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.

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 ( Read more... )

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?