Don't read this if you're eating... in Adventures in paradise

Jeff and I do this thing where we leave the bins to the point of overflowing, in an effort to see if the newer housemates to this house do anything. They do something alright. The rubbish accumulates outside the areas of the bins, continuing to build up, never getting taken outside to the council bins, which takes what, literally a minute to do.

Tonight got pretty gross though. I was cleaning up the stovetop, because it was, once again, disgusting, and I realised there were four dead maggots on the metal plates. Fried onto the metal plates.
Now, is it just me, or would you literally take a look at how disgusting your life is when you not only allow maggots to attack the food scraps that have been left on the stove, but when you’re that lazy to not even notice them, and fry them up alongside that night’s dinner?

I’m near-sure I know who the culprit is. Jeff and myself clean all the time, and flatout refused to do anything this week just to see if either of the other two would do it. Nick isn’t too bad as he doesn’t really make a mess to begin with.
James, I’m starting to feel, is the biggest grot ever. That was also confirmed when Nick told me he went to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and sat down on the seat, only to realise he was sitting in someone else’s piss.
He told me he sent the other two a text, asking, “Do I seriously live with children? Who pee’d all over the toilet seat and the floor? It’s disgusting.”

I had to laugh at this image Nick put up on Instagram today.

He’s obviously made a sign for the bathroom.

I’m so glad I have my own bathroom downstairs. The other three boys all share the upstairs one, although they are free to use the downstairs one if they wish to. However, if I ever find that same scene Nick witnessed, heads will roll. No fucking way. I could only IMAGINE what Andrew would say if he walked in on that, let alone the fried maggots in the kitchen.

So yeah, that was fun for me to clean up tonight. Lucky there were only four of the bastards, and at least they weren’t alive. Fucking foul though. Nick nearly threw up when I told him.

So James and I haven’t had the best of weeks, housemates wise, with me getting up him about the pond being empty, and then our landlord sending him a nasty email about it telling him to not use it. He also got up Jeff, telling him to use his fucking brain. I got up them both as well. My insult to Jeff just seemed to roll right off his shoulders. I thnk he’s used to them from his boss at work.

I also realized that I follow the guy that James has been fucking on Instagram. After scrolling through a few pictures and captions, I learned that he is HIV+. I sure as hell hope James knows that. I hear them fucking pretty hard upstairs. He seems like a really friendly and sensible guy though, so I am assuming he’s done the right thing and told him. It’s not really my business anyway. Just interesting that’s all.

The other gay guy at work seems to have been really moody over the past week. I’m not exactly sure why, and I choose to mostly ignore it, but something’s definitely up. I’m getting the feeling he may just be one of those very hot and cold queens that pop up in life every now and then. Oh well, I’ve been really happy over the past few weeks, so I haven’t let him drag me down with him at all. I guess I’ve just attacked everything over the past few weeks head on and it’s worked out pretty well. Extra hours at work, gym is going really well and I’m noticing my biceps well again like I used to, plus the PB on the scales yesterday. I was back down to 88.4 or something yesterday when I checked. It amazes me how the scales can differentiate by an entire kilo within a 24 hour period. I guess we really do do a lot over the course of a day.

I noticed I’m on the roster on the wall at work as working Tuesdays, when I haven’t agreed to sign a contract to ever work Tuesdays lol. Sheesh. I worked this Tuesday partly because I wanted to, and Brent had invited me down the coast again, but I feel like I was just down there (2 weeks ago, but still feels very recent) plus it’s $12 each way a trip on the train and I literally had 70 cents in my account until I got paid that night and I was sure my GoCard was in a negative balance, so it just wasn’t worth it. It usually works out well because I get paid whilst I am down there hanging out with him, so I can buy some snacks whilst we watch movies. I always eat such shit food when I hang with him, and usually feel like shit the next day as I haven’t brought a toothbrush with. Not to mention, without fail, I wake up to him sucking my dick, as we have to sleep in the same bed, and I’m not the biggest fan of that.
Of course it’s never spoken about, unless it’s online when I’m not there. He blows me, usually around 3am when it’s still dark and I’ve been asleep for a while, sometimes I cum, others I don’t, I roll back over and go to sleep.
To him, it’s just him getting me off, it doesn’t mean a thing. I’ve told him I’m not interested in him at all in that way. I’ve never seen him naked, nor do I want to. He still does it. I couldn’t believe it when he told me over facebook chat that he wants me to fuck him sometime. I told him right away, ‘That will not be happening.”
And considering he’s always been a complete top, or so I thought.
Ergh, the idea of doing him, my friend for like six years or something whom I have zilch attraction to - just no, no.
It’s almost a similar situation to the one I had with Ben, but luckily he stopped hooking up with me and we’ve somewhat repaired our friendship a little and have been communicating again, even before he moved to Sweden this week. So that was nice.
I guess with Brent I don’t really want a similar situation happening like the one did with Ben, as Brent is a pretty cool friend otherwise. He just likes blowing me in the middle of the night.

As for guys I’m ACTUALLY interested in, well there’s a bit of interest back here in Brissy. A couple of guys have expressed interest to meet up, and I’m quite keen to, one especially. I’m usually quite shy on first meetups with guys, especially ones I find attractive, so I still try to tell myself not to fuck it up or bail out on even meeting them in the first place.
I always go into these meet-ups with the mindset that I’m the lesser guy. As in, I know I only work a night job with average pay and that whomever I’m meeting is probably in some professional career somewhere high up in a fancily architectured building. My initial idea of an ideal guy is someone who’s a battler like me, and not really someone who has it all figured out, and I think that’s my problem and why I haven’t had a meaningful relationship in so many years. I’m definitely the happiest I’ve been in ages personally, so I find that hard to give up just in the pursuit of more money. Maybe I just need better time-management skills. More money will probably make me more attractive to potential partners, as shallow as that sounds. It won’t just be the rumours about my big dick that make them intrigued.
Who knows.

Even the horoscopes I’ve read lately have been scarily accurate. Maybe there is something in them. Maybe it’s still all crap. I’ve read heaps in the past that have never come to fruition. These ones I read recently were previous days ones that I’d already lived, and I was thinking, ‘Shit, you were right.’

I messaged this guy on Grindr who I’ve always thought was really cute, but has always ignored me over the years. I predicted he would ignore me again, and he has. All I said was, ‘Hi’.
It’s okay. I ignore heaps of guys I’m not interested in. I mean, you know, you know. It’s just unfortunate for me that there’s not that connection. Plus I only messaged him so I’d still know his profile, since I don’t pay for premium and can’t favourite his profile. Stalkerish much? Hey, his picture is cute!

I can’t believe it’s nearly November. That means it’ll only be a month until I’m 31. Yikes. Whoever thought I’d be writing that! Time does fly when you’re having fun.

I’m also almost finished reading my third book (of the six I bought down in Sydney last time from the gay bookshop). This one has been pretty fascinating, telling a story from two different periods in a guys life (one in his twenty’s and the other in his sixties or seventies). Each chapter swaps between the two periods. Typical, slow me, only just clicked on (130 pages in) that the names were mostly all the same between the chapters and that they were the same characters LOL. Doh.

Last updated October 29, 2014