So this weekend Andrews is visiting with his boyfriend and they’re staying with me. I don’t mind having people stay with me, as long as they don’t want to interact much and put me out of my schedule. Of course Andrews knows this – we’ve lived together for 5+ years – so nobody’s disappointed.
Andrews rings me at work on Friday and he tells me that they’re arriving at 1750, so I say that’s very nice but I’m going to the gym after work (to do chest and abs) and I’ll be at home around 1930, so they should find a way to entertain themselves in the meantime. Then they find a way to entertain themselves and then we meet.
Later in the evening I leave them at home and I go over to Scott’s to spend the night. Scott tells us that he’s quite sick so I bring with me: Moroccan Chickpea New Covent Garden Food Co soup, Lemsip Cold & Flu Max Relief sachets (lemon flavour), two plums, one tin of prunes. On the way to Scott’s I listen to Machine Gun by Portishead, which is followed by Black Cat by Ladytron, which is followed by After The Rain by Grand Avenue, which is fo
I let myself in to Scott’s and I find him semi-conscious on the bed, I probe him a bit and he drags himself to the sofa, we try to interact but it’s not happening, I realize he’s way too sick so I leave what I’ve brought him (apart from the Lemsip which I forget in my bag) and I go back home.
Saturday is the day when I was planning to make my first chocolate dessert from my new recipe book, but Scott is still sick and it’s not fun doing it on my own. And I don’t think Andrew and Boyfriend share my enthusiasm for developing a talent in baking goods. So instead, I go to the gym where I do arms and abs and I come cross a pair of Adidas Y3 trainers by Yohji Yamamoto in my size, which I take.
In the afternoon I go back home and while Andrew and Boyfriend are watching TV in the living room, I take my laptop in my bedroom, spend sufficient time on bigmuscle.com and fall asleep.
Later, having been inspired by all the profile pictures on bigmuscle.com where everyone seems to just flex their muscles and try to look hard, I take the following picture in the bathroom. I’m not sure I look as fuck-off as most of the people on bigmuscle.com with their beards and their steroids and their brawn, but it’s all I got at this point.
During this coffee drinking event, I buy and triple chocolate muffin which I eat and spit in a napkin. Yes, I do eat some carbs now, but I’m not completely self-destructive just yet. Here is a picture of the regurgitated triple chocolate muffin (with napkin).
I have kept and taken this home and after Mean’s suggestion I am willing to gift it to one lucky reader. If you’re interested, please let me know and I’ll post it to you, but you might have to cover the postage costs.