Country Side

It was a planned weekend, and it was the makings of a short story at best. The Film Critic has moved upstate. I spent the weekend with him, we saw movies and swam in lakes and ponds. I met Sophisticated people and I ate fresh strawberries.

The Film Critic and I have fun content and passionate times together, but where is the warmth? I'm fine with it, that's what makes it such a short story. It's a memory in the making, there really will never be a future in it. I will enjoy it while it lasts. It was a nice getaway and a fun little trip. I got a tan out of the whole thing and to get to know another person.

A Trip To New Jersey

The ambien has kicked in, but that's what I need right now. A pill to stop me in my tracks.

Tomorrow I drive out to New Jersey and I have to work on another film short. Once again not being paid. It'll be fine.

I must go to class though, as 6 AM draws nigh.

The Professor of Film is calling me and asking how I am doing. It scares me because perhaps this is something more. Perhaps, I didn't scare him away. Maybe there is a chance something could happen. He also is afraid to hurt me, so he's being a friend.

The Sex-Addict has already mentioned, "If I found someone else, would you hate me?"

Darling, you're more fucked up than I am! And you're letting me down?! Hysterical.

Yesterday, I went to the beach on an unexpected journey. It was delightful. It helped me forget the bad news I've been learning as of late.

Finished The Velvet Rage. . .Girls we've got work to do.