That can only be a good thing, right?

Gee, thanks OD for finally letting me log in!

Now I forget what I wanted to write about. Guess it’s always just me rambling anyway.

I enjoyed my three nights off work, but it’s back to it again tonight. Money’s going to be tight again now that I don’t receive any government benefits, and I pretty much take on any extra hours I’m offered, except for last week where I couldn’t have been fucked lol.

I used to go out a lot more than I do these days, and it’s mainly because I finish at midnight when I work every weekend, and the beat charges cover charge. I can not stand paying money for absolutely nothing, one of my gripes in life, especially since I paid to get in there for my friend Shel’s birthday only to give him his present and have him go home with someone, but hey, I did what a good friend does and I made it there just in time to catch him, so I try to focus on the positive. And I have to be sensible with money these days, and cover charges just aren’t sensible, let’s face it. I mean, I could buy two drinks elsewhere that has no cover – at least I get something for my money. But since work changed the finishing time to midnight on Saturdays (it used to be 10pm), it’s now $12 entry, and yeah, fuck that shit.

I’ve been good though, and the above really is trivial. I weigh the most I ever have, and I am far from fat, so I am happy with that. I just about squealed when I saw the scales read 86.1kg on July 19th last month. On July 29th, I was 86.7kg and yesterday, I tipped the scales at 86.7kg. I’m such a heffa!
I’ve been pushing through my injuries at gym. I figure they aren’t bone or muscle related and are only gashes taken out of my skin, and I’m not in too much pain working out so I can deal with them. I can’t wait until they heal up though. It’s pretty cool actually seeing my shoulder heal up because it’s right on the top of my shoulder so all I have to do is look to my right and the skin is right there within perfect view, so I can actually see the healing process and it looks a lot better than it did 5 days ago when it all happened. I think it’ll be at least another week until it looks normal again though, and I think I might give tennis a miss this coming Sunday. The ones on me knees still hurt pretty bad though and I’m unsure if they are actually healing or not, but ah well. It just hurts when I have to kneel down to fill a box at work.

One of my ex’s actually started talking to me on facebook yesterday. I was like ‘whoa, crazy, what the?’ haha. It was nice though, although like I predicted, the conversation died out pretty early.

I was the only one at the gym last night and I ran about 4 kilometers on the treadmill. I’m trying hard to resemble some sort of a mid-section but fuck it’s hard haha. My problem is I like my food too much I think, but I don’t think I eat overly bad either, so I kind of come to a compromise and don’t feel bad if I have the occasional shit food. I feel good and look good and I can’t be too hard on myself.

There’s about 5000 American sailors in my city this week, apparently, and when I was walking home from work on Monday I ran into a friend of mine (yes, at 12:30am). I laughed because there would only be one reason he’d be out walking the streets at that hour. We had a bit of a talk and he told me he’d just come from a sailor’s hotel and had gotten the best blowjob he’d ever had, and recommended the guy to me LOL.

So anyway, last night, I was on Grindr and had this guy talking to me about how all he wanted to do was blow somebody and he was saying how amazing he was at it.
There was a chance this could have been the same guy, but I didn’t think it was because he wasn’t in the same hotel. Anyway, I thought I’d live a little and go there anyway.
I hate walking past the 24 hour reception desks because I feel like they judge everyone who walks in and out lol. Soul in Surfer’s Paradise was designed really well because the reception was on the 1st level, so you got to bypass them. Either way, he came out and got me (because I’m never sure if I need a key for the elevator or not and that’s just fucking awkward when you’re stuck in an elevator and can’t go up) and we went into his room. He didn’t waste any time and got to work. He actually asked me to rate him out of 10 but I have to admit I was being extremely generous with my lying when I gave him an 8. It was more like a very limited 5. I ended up leaving there feeling like I hadn’t gotten off at all, even though I had (with some damn good fantasizing on my part) lol. He said he’s in town til Saturday and to come over again if I wanted, but yeah, I don’t think that’ll be happening.
I’m pretty convinced that it wasn’t the same guy, but I knew that haha.

There’s a white party at Precious tonight, which is a monthly gay night here. I’ve never been to it cos I’ve heard it’s shit, plus it’s $15 cover. My housemate is excited for it and his friend is staying here for a few nights so they’ll both be there. I’ll finish at midnight and I’m considering it only cos I’ve never been, but I’m skeptical. When did I become so old and boring?? I’ll bring my white clothes to work, but I’ll probably talk myself out of going and save my money. There’ll be people there who apparently know me and I don’t know them or I do and they don’t talk to me and there just seems to be all this gay drama without me even having to say or do anything lol. I think as I edge closer and closer to age 30, I don’t care anymore what people think of me. I guess that can only be a good thing, right?