& what did I do with it? Watched’s ALEKSANDER’S PLACE on NETFLIX. Liked it, but it was twisted; about a gay hooker boy, who ends up getting fucked by his heretofore-unknown-father.
Spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about how fucked up my life is, and how I might best fix it.
Jury’s still out.
Of course. I’m so lonely and unloved.
I don’t see the point to this anymore.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.