Jolly.

I should attempt to be quick as I have the usually Monday morning production meeting that I have to be at in an hour and a half, these entries are notorious for being hard to write? Or maybe I’m just a long winded person?

I spent $690 on new tires on Friday. Why so much you ask? Cause they’re an odd make, only one company make the 175/50/15 size that I need and they can charge whateverthedamnhell they want and people like me who need them have to pay! The point is I didn’t need that before Christmas, but whatareyagonnado? It’s my fault for leaving it so long. Dad did say ‘son, you need to change those tires soon’ back in … August?
Anyways, I need them changed if I’m going to drive all the way to my olds for xmas, it was that or a $560 plane fair, but the tires need to be done regardless.

Finished off the Christmas shopping yesterday.
All except Peter. I’m not sure if I should get him something. You know it was his birthday on Saturday and the prick didn’t tell me! He said it was in December sometime, but he didn’t tell me when. I was asking what he was up to and he said that he was out for his birthday drinks with family. There is something odd there with him and birthday/Christmas… he isn’t telling me.
Beside the point, do I get him something?
We discussed last night why we have not had sex yet.
Yes you heard me, I’m not bent him over yet, or vice-versa.
That changed last night when I gave him the ploughing of a life time, so good in fact that even Brenden needed a cigarette after we’d done.
Peter and I came down for a post-coitis (thank you Sheldon Cooper for introducing me to that word) smoke and B was there already, I asked what he was doing up so late and he mentioned the awesome sex we were having and needed a smoke to finish. Thankfully it was dark and he didn’t see me blushing.
The point was it was damn hell fuck good sex.

Where was I going with this?

Oh yeah, present for Peter. I don’t know if I should get him anything. Blah.

What else is new? I have to say not a lot.

It was Ben’s birthday last weekend. We went to Greyhound for drinks and a dance or four.
He’s got a whole lot of drama (much more so than usual) happening, I’d explain but I don’t know, I’ve give up asking 1) he doesn’t elaborate when he tells me because; 2) when he does tell me I roll my eyes 3) I care most of the time but his ‘issues’ are of his own creation and I have little to no tolerance for drama queens.
Although he eats my spaghetti without picking all the good bits out like Jamie and B do, so that’s a bonus.

I head off to mum and dad’s on Wednesday morning at around 3am. I figure if I have to drive with only a week off then I should start early. This give me a prime excuse to leave the work Christmas part early on Tuesday night.

Okay… I gotta make tracks.

Have fun.

LPH