Rich's Vagina*

andy pink, masochistically anticipating and waiting, so excited for our road trip to disney world*! —

dearest readers, i've thought of packing today; rich refuses to send the email — compromised kindness — but that is okay, i trust him, i feel the plot, i like the plan, and i love him in a total way that will be never again; this is the road trip. i'm wondering about rich's drug use situation; i guess it can't be that bad if he shows up early to 1369 every morning. but i'm not doing drugs with him — and i hope he's not a pot freak (he is however bizarre in his own right, apart from any possible heroin problem) — because it will fuck with my manic depression meds and that would be a disaster, one that will not occur. i like the drugs i now take, they work for me, have very few side effects, and are finally set in place, at least for now, if neuroplasticity does not rear its feared head in my care.

i realize that rich could probably write my personal and intellectual biography at this point, but i know no facts about him. we probably spent a 100 hours in 1369 together, so i know him totally, but the facts are lost, as yet. i do a good interview of definites in, so perhaps he will do a lot of the talking while we drive to disney world* together. i'm curious about the whole thing — first will ease in by my asking about the rental fiasco, or how that worked out, and then we'll go to 1369 and then dive to wear he grew up. that will take sometime, his childhood and teen years, for outlining, or describing, i can't wait to hear his voice discuss his life, this is honestly what i am most anticipating, though sucking his dick is truly at the top of the list, and also if he wants to fuck me i'm happy to oblige. it's tight, i'm wondering if i should shower tomorrow in case he wants a raw ass, but i guess i'll shower, as that's sort of gross for tomorrow, and we won't shower on the car trip, till we get to disney world*.

i'm thinking of trimming the hair down south but i'm not sure i have the energy now. we can probably do that on the road if necessary, and perhaps he likes a veritable forest for the bush. what i could do — if i refuse to pack today — is make a list of what i will pack:

1. lube

2. mickey mouse hat for disney world*

3. lube

4. grey pants

5. navy pants

6. maroon rugby shirt

7. t-shirt

8. striped boxer briefs

9. jockstrap (cum in it in the afternoon)

10. poppers (rich will bring this)

11. lube

12. j.crew socks

13. blue warm shirt

14. phone

15. tootbrush

16. pomade

17. musk/cologne

18. computer

19. zizek book

20. pen

21. glasses

22. sunglasses

23. drugs

24. jeff

25. dog food

26. food bowls

27. possibly lube

this is good. rich and i are good. i'm feeling good. my lease is up in july so that's when — no trauma not withstanding — we will move to inman. rich will not send the email so i will have to cope with trust and faith (a perverse and masochistic sensibility) — he must have seen the decrepid house i live in currently, (it's the ugliest building/house on the street (hurley) — i'm sure he's seen it on google satellite but also walked by it at some point. it looks like trash, with the two direct tv dishes out front. but the inside is nice — extraordinarily small but kind of charming, at least it has wood floors. i'm happy.

love mic

i have a grey j.crew duffel bag that i will pack and bring.

queen, what can I say?