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Sooo I guess that people actually read this. I mean, people from school. Who don't live here. I also sort of realised that some of these people might not be comfortable reading some of the stuff I put in here, forgetting that Avery and Jake aren't the only ones seeing it.

I've come to the conclusion that you uncomfortable gits can suck it up or stop reading, because I'm not going to talk about the weather when I can instead inform the world that Avery woke up this morning with my mouth on his cock.

Ahahaa got you. I haven't been thinking about people being shocked at all. I just wanted to trick the people I don't know into reading that.

I am the best alarm clock ever.


Oh, and another thing. I'm getting this, because it's time for a new one, but I want another and I don't know if I should go for glow-in-the-dark. I've a feeling Avery would approve, though.

I've been making lunches lately, and yesterday I made a bed up for no reason other than it was unmade. It's a shift, I guess, and I don't know what it means. Am I getting too domesticated? It doesn't seem possible. It's sort of girly, too. I guess it's just that, well, this is home. This is where I live, and these are the boys that I take care of and that take care of me. So far as I know, we'll be living here for years and years. So maybe sorting out mismatched socks was going a little too far. But I could get used to this.

I feel like doing my assigned reading. And not from the internet notes.

After this load of laundry.