Holy fucking Hell! Yes, I know it’s been a long time, and a god damn nightmarish one at that. But I am now back in NYC (after months in HONG KONG- a place I’ve only worked in once before) and the party is about to start back up for a selected few, I think. I actually arrived back last Saturday night, got COVID-19 tested again on Wednesday morning, and got results back yesterday afternoon. YES- I KNOW that seems IMPOSSIBLY FAST, but you bitches just need to learn how to talk to people (and wear the right faded jeans to the lab, which due to the fact that I haven't been in PUSSY in MONTHS were bound to be visually impressive).
I ended up having to leave Miami for Hong Kong very abruptly at the end of July, basically switching places with my brother who chose to just take a full year off from grad school, since let’s face it ONLINE COLLEGE SUCKS - even if you can afford it. And for both of us, College isn't really College without College "life". Obviously neither one of us are Medieval monks or scholars. I did however get quite spectacularly laid before I left Miami (thank god), and there were a couple of other sexual encounters that were rather unexpected and surprising I should say which I'm still not sure how I feel about.
On a much sadder note my parents remain in Chicago. Both of my grandparents there contracted COVID-19 somehow, although amazingly my parents didn't. Both of them were in the hospital by the time I left for Hong Kong, although my parents chose to not tell me (something I'm still a little mad about - although I couldn't of course have seen them anyway). My grandfather died in the middle of August. My grandmother somehow beat it, but she is also 82 and not doing very well, certainly not mentally. There are a myriad of difficult and very complex estate issues my father is trying to sort out and take care of there -which could take several more months.
For myself I am very much looking forward to returning to work on Monday, where most of my colleagues and buddies are also excited for me to be back. I just need to try and figure out what the fuck has happened to my country since I left, and I thought Hong Kong was a fucking mess (which it truly is at this point and the future looks even worse - in spite of it still being the financial pillar of the whole of South East Asia).
I really wanted to try and organize a very exclusive Thanksgiving eve Dinner party like I normally do, I'm just not sure what the rules will allow. Fortunately my neighbor and good buddy Hamlin is still here living on our old floor below. I haven't actually seen him yet but have spoken to him most every day. He says that one of the more famous male models he worked with is now living on my floor. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, but he might be a great pussy magnet (something this building could use) and a good workout buddy. The guy just moved in about 2 weeks ago -but hasn't even really started living there yet so he's not sure of the Unit.
Ok, well it is my first day completely free being back in the City so as you can imagine I have a hell of a lot that I want to do. I haven't even had my daily jog or swim yet. I have to find out about all of my workout possibilities (what the gym rules are) and try and remember what god damn garage I parked my Jaguar in before I left so long ago. Life can be such a bitch.
I ended up having to leave Miami for Hong Kong very abruptly at the end of July, basically switching places with my brother who chose to just take a full year off from grad school, since let’s face it ONLINE COLLEGE SUCKS - even if you can afford it. And for both of us, College isn't really College without College "life". Obviously neither one of us are Medieval monks or scholars. I did however get quite spectacularly laid before I left Miami (thank god), and there were a couple of other sexual encounters that were rather unexpected and surprising I should say which I'm still not sure how I feel about.
On a much sadder note my parents remain in Chicago. Both of my grandparents there contracted COVID-19 somehow, although amazingly my parents didn't. Both of them were in the hospital by the time I left for Hong Kong, although my parents chose to not tell me (something I'm still a little mad about - although I couldn't of course have seen them anyway). My grandfather died in the middle of August. My grandmother somehow beat it, but she is also 82 and not doing very well, certainly not mentally. There are a myriad of difficult and very complex estate issues my father is trying to sort out and take care of there -which could take several more months.
For myself I am very much looking forward to returning to work on Monday, where most of my colleagues and buddies are also excited for me to be back. I just need to try and figure out what the fuck has happened to my country since I left, and I thought Hong Kong was a fucking mess (which it truly is at this point and the future looks even worse - in spite of it still being the financial pillar of the whole of South East Asia).
I really wanted to try and organize a very exclusive Thanksgiving eve Dinner party like I normally do, I'm just not sure what the rules will allow. Fortunately my neighbor and good buddy Hamlin is still here living on our old floor below. I haven't actually seen him yet but have spoken to him most every day. He says that one of the more famous male models he worked with is now living on my floor. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, but he might be a great pussy magnet (something this building could use) and a good workout buddy. The guy just moved in about 2 weeks ago -but hasn't even really started living there yet so he's not sure of the Unit.
Ok, well it is my first day completely free being back in the City so as you can imagine I have a hell of a lot that I want to do. I haven't even had my daily jog or swim yet. I have to find out about all of my workout possibilities (what the gym rules are) and try and remember what god damn garage I parked my Jaguar in before I left so long ago. Life can be such a bitch.