The beginning of our tour hasn't been too bad, I forgot how c razy everything gets though. Especially getting my ass up at four in the morning to get packed then go catch a plane. Thankfully Noodle doesn't mind coming to my room and yelling at me to get up, then after that I had to get Murdoc up which is nearly impossible especially since he only sleeps when he gets too wasted and passes out on the floor of his Winnebago...or any floor for that matter. I gave up after half an hour then sent Noodle in, don't know how but she managed to wake him up and ran out laughing while he was in his room yelling and cursing. Basically it takes us two hours to get up and ready then finally just leave the bloody building. Stupid isn't it?
Weird how a thirteen year old is more mature and adult and stuff than three grown men. Though Muds always tells me I'm not bright enough to really be considered a grown man or an adult or most things, just pretty but a bit too dull in the head. I rather him call me dull than have him call me crazy like he does with Russ.
I hate the airport part, Muds still hates planes. Like a lot. He always has some minor panic attack but he tries to keep it in which just means him acting more like a dick than is normal for him. I always tell him it's fine and nothing bad is gonna happen, he usually replies by rambling about planes are a stupid invention and he's unlucky and how bad shit always happens to him. Not like I'm all that lucky, but seriously shit luck doesn't make a plane crash. Being on a plane is the only time he'll let me hold his hand or touch him in general.
Speaking of that's actually the cool new way I found to keep him calm on a plane. I mean nobody was paying attention or nothing like that, he looked at me like I was fucking crazy when I told him we could go to the loo and I could find a better way to get his mind off of being on a plane. It's not like Murdoc ever passes up the chance for sex, especially in public. Took a bit but I got him to go with me.
I sort of like the times when we shag and it's different, like I'm more in control than he is. I like when he's pulling my hair and his breathing is heavy and he's trying to keep quiet but he sort of sucks at doing that. The bloke is way too vocal sometimes and I know people heard us and if he'd realized it he probably would have been awkward about it, but he didn't really seem to care. Not like I care, I sort of still really want people to know. I like when he bites my neck and my shoulders and his way too long at this point nails are raking down my back and he's just lost and beautiful and I fucking love him when he needs me almost more than I used to think that I needed him. I like the things he calls me, basically worshipping me.
Like I said I found a better way to get his mind off of planes.