with golden honeycombed centre

the last few days have been outrageous. i’m exhausted from wrapping all my prezzies and a variety of other reasons, but felt an update was long-overdue.

act one: annoyance
a former employer has been over-reacting regarding some small unresolved issues between he and i. his neuroses [plural] have escalated to insane levels, and i’m doing my best to sever all contact and move on. i’d rather just never deal with him again, but we’re on a dangerous precipice between animosity and anger. i’m hoping we keep our our [proverbial] guns unloaded, as we both have plenty of ammunition and know how to use it.

act two: romance
things have been going so swimmingly between jack and i… there’s an animalistic attraction, there’s endless giggles. we have so much to discuss and catch up on and share even after only a day or two apart. he’s always finished his cocktail before me, which is an impressive feat. after a flurry of romantic-cum-sexy meetings, we’ve exchanged our prezzies and he’s fled to his family for a few weeks. for some reason he still likes me and hasn’t run screaming from me—yet.

act three: penance
i’ve been pushing myself a bit over the past week… partying a bit too much, and my health has taken a predictable nose-dive. bloodshot eyes, sore throat, random aches and pains. i had the pleasure of entertaining keith, visiting from luton as well as torsten visiting from cologne. in addition to paying the price for the dreaded 1-2-3 .popstarz-.ghetto-.heaven combo [with darren-tim-atif-john-torsten-mark-simon-mitch-darian-manny-andrew-luke], but also paying the price for pissing off my lovely friend .gregiño, again.