Boof is getting his teeth looked at... he's been in so much pain of late that he is starting to annoy the crap out of me and his lack of conversation has got the Kid thinking that he's done something wrong.

 

Meanwhile Kid is looking for a new job as he hates his current one. Went on a pity party and emotional rampage this afternoon because his application for one particular job (which was way above his capability) was rejected because of his lack of job stability in the past.

 

I have a cold and feel like shit. And have to put up with all this crap from these guys. How do I do it? It's called Tuning Out, friends. I hear the first few words of their crap and then tune the rest out. It's a very valuable tool I learnt from having to listen to my mother's crap as a child.

 

This whole mean attitude is brought to you by the Rhinovirus and overdoing it on Codral tablets.

 

Rock on bitches. The more tablets I take, the better it gets.

Tension

Boofhead is jealous that The Kid and I are having sex when he's not around. There's a simple reason for that. Boofhead's behaviour lately has left me feeling a little... well... unattracted to him.

Too many drugs. Too long out of work. Too much whinging and whining about life. Too much drinking. Too many weekend benders. Too little money coming in to our household to support those kinds of things.

Which all leads to my cock not wanting anything to do with him.

Add to that the weight gain of late and you've got a recipe for impotency. Which of course is not happening with The Kid. I never have a problem getting it up with him. But then, his behaviour has been a little more normal.

With Boofhead getting a job today, things may change. I am not holding my breath, but things may change. This little three-way relationship only works with three, not two. It was working with just Boof and me. And it won't work with just The Kid and me. It has to be three or none at all.

Looking forward to see what happens in the coming weeks as Boof gets back in to a more regular routine... and I get back to mine. I am sick of having him around the house all day (I work from home). I want my space back. I nearly got it back today... and then The Kid was sent home sick from work.

Naturally we had sex.

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