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yesterday I helped bake a beautiful chocolate orange layer cake with my favorite queer boy, sean. as Rylie was rolling out the almond paste, I kept eyeing the Nutella and began to ponder what it would be like to live in a clean house like his; elegant with high ceilings and draperies made of light and old pianos and spiral staircases leading to secret rooms and doors.
i then returned to my apartment to wait for andy and nik (they would be swinging over after getting loaded at lyle's) . Rylie and I drank slowly---sipping almost---killing time and brain cells with cabel tv. and when the boys arrived all that i thought of (it would not leave my mind), was how glad i am that i did not know him when he was on those powders and pills. still he seems pale. last night, we layed down together in our bed of overdraft fees and five dollar bargain books. but we slept quite well.