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He was furious. Shouted down the stairs (as I was in the basement) "This house is not a crashpad - your things are on the front lawn." Not being wanted we left. He never did put my stuff out. Just said let me know you're doing from now on. He lost interest in sleeping w/ me so I met another guy from DC. He was very nice. Nice big hunk. Anyway I went over to George's for dinner several times, had bad vibes + then left. I moved back home + that was that. He never layed me anymore even when I stayed with him. That was that.

So July, Aug + Sep were sort of unfun even though they were summer. I worked very hard. Marketing, in fact doing all the sort of thing sited in the Comapny report. Shopping for comp time, offices, programming,