Crazy Job Future

Neurotics build castles in the sky.

Psychotics live in them.

Psychiatrist collect the rent.

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The school I'm working at has just offered me a job, and I hate the idea that now my dreams have become solidified into a 'job'. I don't know if I'll ever have a chance to write more erotic short stories or play on-line with my friends & part-time lovers.

No phone sex.

No real sex.

No visits.

At this point, to alleviate my madness I am thinking about just going to visit one of my lovers before the window of pleasure and timing closes once and for all. I am glad she's my friend & lover and she makes me smile in ways you can't imagine, and NOT just for sex or perversions, but with her friendship and her desire to make me happy, inside and out.

I'd leave my life in Texas for her.

She's worth the chaos, the madness, the weirdness, and the spinning lies and paranoia.

Life only allows a few gambles in life: this could be one of them for me.

I'm either returning with a big smile on my face and memories galore, or I am going to be chased back to the US by a missed-meeting chance and a so-close-and-yet-so-far-away moment. It would be nice and I could have a little hope for the greatest sexual experience or I could be sorely disappointed.

I've actually been invited to Alabama, and to Florida.

Maybe I'll need to take more trips this summer.

If you look at this statue you'll see a small gold charm tied to the wrist. This is called a 'milagro', which is a way for the faithful to transmit prayers and hopes for small miracles to occur via the favorite saint of devotion.

~lol~

Maybe I need a miracle or two.

Julian