Quick & easy.

Last night's job was simpler, faster & easier than I thought.

With no stay overs required.

Just a simple 3hr chat & a quick fuck.

I realize the older men are actually quite lonely from being so up there & traveling so much.

Sometimes, I wonder when I walk out of that room.

If, they ever let loneliness get a grip them and cry themselves to sleep.

yet another US of A.

In 3 hours time, at 7pm. I'll be ticking off meeting 2.

Mister, US of A, just came over for a 3 weeks business trip.

Offered me a 5figure 'pound' sum for 1-2 weekly rendezvous meetings.

Might solve my temporal $ tangle.

I'm still on with the court case suing my ex-landlord .

meeting 1, meeting 2.

Its almost 3am now.

Met the good ole' Sugardaddy. Urg...

I hate it when guys talk to much or are to domineering...

Its annoying.

Spilling.

I'm exhausted. However, the show(life) must go on.

I've been struggling with the workload with uni quite abit. However, the exams are in Jan. That shouldn't be too rough, no ?

Boggled down with the broken engagement, lost love (Andy), being homeless, low-funds & a current relationship that maybe going no-where.

Spilling, my cup is too full. But, the flow of 'boggling problems' just keep flowing ...

I was on the phone with Mom yesterday.

She said, 'Kate, do you regret taking Uni part-time instead of Full-Time now ? You must have too much time at hand, thats you probably why you're still with WG. If you were working & doing university full-time. The story would be different.'

Maybe ?

I find WG- Weekend guy, overly "laid-back" as the aussies would say.

I guess thats the 'Australian' in him. It took forever for us to do much of anything we set out to do.

We had another fight again yesterday.

He told me to drop the 'commitment' talks. How can I ?

I've never set out to be with anyone without the Idea of getting married to them.

Or, a plan with them to end up getting married.

Okay,maybe except for Andy.

In retrospect, which might have just been a lustful great fuck, nothing more nothing less.

I just want to lie in bed whilst the busy world outside me hussle and bussle about.

Whilst, the temperature slowly - already drop below the lovely 20s.

Everything, just over-spilling.

Its 7:21am here now. I've to head off for school in a couple of hours.

Set up a few meetings with potentials again soon.

Afterall, WG refuse to commit & we're taking a break now.

I've only myself to help 'me' out.

an almost ending.

Sobbing away in the middle of nowhere at 3 in the morning, I shouted at him.

'This is it, this is the end okay. I don't want it anymore. Drive me back to your place and let me pick up my clothes.'

If this ended, I would have '4 breakups' in the short time span of 18mths ?

Going from clean slate of zero to 4 breakups in 2years ?

Thats a pretty rough ride.

I'm running low on funds now - this boy is unable to support me.

Turning back to the flicky trade might be it. I miss that excitement, the smell of those clean hotel sheets and dressing up to a guaranteed please.

*I know, I'll make someone happy - & myself at the end of it.

Instead of all the dramas of the flaky youth.