Private Journal Entry: Four More Months
I bet my aunt is rolling around in her grave for that one. She'd call me frivolous and perverse for even joking about such a thing. Then again, she'd call me a lazy, good for nothing boy for slacking off on my journal entries to begin with, then flog me for each week I'd gone without an update.
"You must keep a personal record of your accomplishments and failures, in hopes that you can stand up to an accounting on the day of reckoning!" She actually said that. Repeated it regularly in fact. As if Saint Peter would allow you to drag box after box of your own personal journals up before the pearly gates and read to him.
I know it's bad to let go of my discipline, lose my focus to such an extreme. I do, at the very least, continue to log scientific data in my growth studies books and daily research logs. Karl and I have been fastidious about that. It's really important to track the information on that score. I can already see a jump in our ability to identifying elements from the way we used to do it. Sarah's thesis work has already proven itself invaluable on that score. However, its the new work she's just accomplished that might help halve the process time again that I'm looking forward to utilizing. It's work that goes above and beyond what our original agreement entailed really. I paid her for the additional time she's put into her calculations. Of course, I thought she'd come unglued when she saw I'd paid her $5,000 for it. Considering what her work will mean for mine, that's really nothing at all.
As to other news over the last few months:
I took Karl to the Amazon just after Christmas for the remainder of our winter break. We did manage to find the tribe, though Karl wasn't the least thrilled with having to follow their rules and traditions. Don Antonio wasn't certain Karl had in fact proven himself in a hunt to deserve the naming ritual, since he seemed unable or unwilling to go on a proper hunt in the jungle, and simply required that Karl allow the use of Ayahausca to see the hunt for himself. Karl's still upset about that. We got in our worst argument we've ever had over that very thing not a month after our return. I've still got all the scars on my feet, and him the palm of his hand, to prove it. I still hate to think about that day, the way he raised his voice to me. It scared me really. I know he thinks nothing scares me, but when he raises his voice I feel as if everything is coming apart and envision a life alone. I can't have that. I won't live without him. He is my world. I love Karl to distraction.
Karl let me talk him into piercing his nipple. He has one done, as opposed to my two, but it's enough. It's my favourite toy really. I actually saw one of his kittens batting at it the other day. That made me laugh. They mess with me enough as it is.
Karl had an epiphany about his life and the difference between making love and having sex at some point in February. He seemed to surprised to find that the idea of spending eternity with me really is just that--me, no one else. Not so much surprised about knowing what it means, but curious to find that he didn't mind. That revelation led to our sharing more with each other about the past. I got the opportunity to learn a bit more about him. He still has a lot of opening up to do with me, but we've got the rest of our lives for that.
Karl, Sarah and Orlando took me surfing. Let me just mention here that I have always prefered dry land over anything water related. That said, and to use one of Karl's favorite vocabulary words, I suck at surfing. The board reminded me quite well all on its own by physically attacking me. I've got a new scar on my head to prove it. Karl didn't do too badly sewing up those four stitches on my temple either.
Not much else, other than our daily lives of work, school, and our time together has occurred really. Well, perhaps other than the fact that Karl let slip to Vig that I've got a bit of an infatuation with him, and Karl does with Orlando. That was sort of amusing really. Maybe it just has something to do with watching them fuck on our dinning room table? That was facinating. Viggo really is a terribly sexy man, and he and Orlando do look good together. Still, Karl is the only man I either want, or need, in my life.
I haven't seen many people we know outside of school just lately. I've decided I want us to have a bit of a barbeque. I'll just call around and invite all our friends, see if anyone's interested in coming over. Perhaps if its just an all day affair, we can have people come and go as their schedules permit. That'd be nice. I haven't seen Elijah in a good long time and really do wonder what he's been getting up to. I know he and Ian are still together but that's as far as my knowledge goes. Ah well, a gathering will be just the thing.
THINGS TO REMEMBER:
1. Remind Karl to show you what to do with those toys and things we bought at the porn shop that are still untouched.
2. Never EVER let Orlando and Karl take the Ayahausca at the same time.
3. Do not let Karl force you onto a surf board again. They should be illegal.
4. Go shopping for Karl. Get him some new bunny socks, a Mickey Mouse watch and new beads for his nipple ring.
5. Don't mention your habit of mentally undressing Viggo to anyone, as it's likely something that will unnerve Viggo, and upset Karl
6. Plan a BBQ and invite everyone we know.
7. Check on the new stable's final construction plans, get Karl's approval.