nom nom nom
Lately I've been on a pseudo health kick. I'm not concerned with taking bad foods out, because no. I like cheese, and fried things (fried any things) and chocolate and healthy things like strawberries smothered in chocolate and whipped cream and yes. Bad things. I love them very much.
However, I have been making a point of putting good things in as well. That is a very important thing, seeing as my usual meals are as such: Coffee and more coffee for breakfast, coffee for lunch, and then whatever fast food I can get my hands on when I crawl home around eleven at night. I eat one meal a day and the meal itself is horrible.
To rectify, I've been shoving vegetables down my gullet whether or not I'm hungry. And lo and behold, no one would'a seen it coming, I've been feeling so much better. Vegetables and om nom nom nom fruits. And the absolute best thing on this earth that I can't believe I haven't been doing my whole life is just throwing shit in a blender and drinking my daily intake of good things. Do you know how easy it is? Do you? You should. Go throw some green stuff and some fruits in a blender and BAM. Healthy.
The really easy thing about it is drinking when you're not hungry or thirsty is so much easier than eating when you don't want the food or aren't hungry. Close your eyes and down the hatch, and in under three minutes, without too much pain, the deed is done and your body actually has what it needs to keep functioning.
Anyhow, the point of it all is that I just had a delicious salad with mounds of green (NOM NOM NOM SPINACH) and chicken and to wash it all down some fantastic lemony beer. Today was the first day of my life that I came home from work and wanted a beer. I've never enjoyed beer. I drink it to get drunk and that's about it. If I want to enjoy some alcohol I have wine or more rarely than that a mixed drink.
Tonight I wanted an ice cold lemon shandy beer and I got myself a six pack and had good food and aaaaaaahhhh. The little things in life.
Anyhow.
Lifey things are good. There's this girl that was first a customer and she, exactly like me, spent so much time in the store that we eventually threw an apron at her and told her she had to start earning her keep if she was going to spend so much time there.
Let me tell you something about eating the right things and being semi active and taking care of yourself. I met this girl about six, seven months ago. She was so playful that I guessed the age at about early twenties. Then I starting spending more time with her, actually looking at her face for more than a few minutes at a time, and I went with thirtyish, but never would say thirty to her face because I felt like it might be accurate but there was the chance she wasn't even close and I didn't want to say thirty. So I filed her under late twenties or thirty and left it at that.
This woman is fifty three years old.
Fifty three and I felt thirty would be insulting.
Eat your vegetables.
Anyway, so my butterfly girl came over after work because I like feeding people and she loves being fed (and feeds me all the time) and we had a few beers and salad and I gotta tell you, I like nights such as these.
My boyfriend and I are two halves of the same soul. We're opposite enough in so many ways that we work well, but I just keep on discovering the ways in which we are so similar, and it's like falling in love with myself, except with a penis and ginger hair.
He discovered Photoshop last night. He just wanted to 'shop a sword on to this awesome picture of Mega Man in a Batman suit, and I saw this and got a little overexcited and started showing him how to work Photoshop, and every new thing I showed him excited him and I just... can't even. I can't even.
He loves Supernatural and nerdy things and video games and Harry Potter and although I couldn't get him to read The Hunger Games, he cried during the movie and he's just... I'm pretty sure I've created him in my mind and everybody around me just lets me have this fantasy of mine where I have an unnaturally attractive almost-fiance who geeks out over Supernatural with me and has the same humor and and and and.
Mm. And then there's the part where I go over to Omar's house at midnight and stay for several hours after telling Wayne that there's no one else over there and all he says is, "Okay, have fun." I have given this man every chance. Our plumbing is all fuckered up so I have to use Omar's shower, and I first tried making Wayne come with me because, were the situation reversed, oh hell no. Ex-lover? And you want to go to their house and be alone with them? Oh no. You're adorable for suggesting it - no. It's just inappropriate.
But a girl's gotta shower. So I tried dragging him with me, because though he kept saying he didn't care, I didn't want to take advantage of the fact that he'd say that to make me happy and then sit at home stewing the doubt and whatnot. He kept refusing, so I stopped asking.
However, I don't leave things alone. If you make it bold, I want it underlined six times and in a font twelve thousand times larger than man. So I keep bringing it up, and giving him the opportunity to say no, and explaining that I, unfortunately, am not so kind about things and it would bug me to hell, and that it's perfectly normal and okay for him to say it makes him uncomfortable and all I get is, "I trust you. Do what you gotta do."
And so I go over there and use the facilities and, well, I adore me some Omar so I hang out and watch t.v. and movies and sometimes there are people there and sometimes it's just the two of us, and when I text Wayne and say, "Hey, it's just me and Omar. Come hang out?" I get, "Nope. Love you, see you when you get home."
I'm not sure what to do with trust. I've never cheated on anyone, unless you count when I was ten years of age, started 'dating' one boy and, the next day, having forgotten that I held that boy's hand and as such became his girlfriend, held another boy's hand. (Scarlet, I was.)
This man of mine loves me so much that he trusts me unconditionally. It's weird.
Life is good.
However, I have been making a point of putting good things in as well. That is a very important thing, seeing as my usual meals are as such: Coffee and more coffee for breakfast, coffee for lunch, and then whatever fast food I can get my hands on when I crawl home around eleven at night. I eat one meal a day and the meal itself is horrible.
To rectify, I've been shoving vegetables down my gullet whether or not I'm hungry. And lo and behold, no one would'a seen it coming, I've been feeling so much better. Vegetables and om nom nom nom fruits. And the absolute best thing on this earth that I can't believe I haven't been doing my whole life is just throwing shit in a blender and drinking my daily intake of good things. Do you know how easy it is? Do you? You should. Go throw some green stuff and some fruits in a blender and BAM. Healthy.
The really easy thing about it is drinking when you're not hungry or thirsty is so much easier than eating when you don't want the food or aren't hungry. Close your eyes and down the hatch, and in under three minutes, without too much pain, the deed is done and your body actually has what it needs to keep functioning.
Anyhow, the point of it all is that I just had a delicious salad with mounds of green (NOM NOM NOM SPINACH) and chicken and to wash it all down some fantastic lemony beer. Today was the first day of my life that I came home from work and wanted a beer. I've never enjoyed beer. I drink it to get drunk and that's about it. If I want to enjoy some alcohol I have wine or more rarely than that a mixed drink.
Tonight I wanted an ice cold lemon shandy beer and I got myself a six pack and had good food and aaaaaaahhhh. The little things in life.
Anyhow.
Lifey things are good. There's this girl that was first a customer and she, exactly like me, spent so much time in the store that we eventually threw an apron at her and told her she had to start earning her keep if she was going to spend so much time there.
Let me tell you something about eating the right things and being semi active and taking care of yourself. I met this girl about six, seven months ago. She was so playful that I guessed the age at about early twenties. Then I starting spending more time with her, actually looking at her face for more than a few minutes at a time, and I went with thirtyish, but never would say thirty to her face because I felt like it might be accurate but there was the chance she wasn't even close and I didn't want to say thirty. So I filed her under late twenties or thirty and left it at that.
This woman is fifty three years old.
Fifty three and I felt thirty would be insulting.
Eat your vegetables.
Anyway, so my butterfly girl came over after work because I like feeding people and she loves being fed (and feeds me all the time) and we had a few beers and salad and I gotta tell you, I like nights such as these.
My boyfriend and I are two halves of the same soul. We're opposite enough in so many ways that we work well, but I just keep on discovering the ways in which we are so similar, and it's like falling in love with myself, except with a penis and ginger hair.
He discovered Photoshop last night. He just wanted to 'shop a sword on to this awesome picture of Mega Man in a Batman suit, and I saw this and got a little overexcited and started showing him how to work Photoshop, and every new thing I showed him excited him and I just... can't even. I can't even.
He loves Supernatural and nerdy things and video games and Harry Potter and although I couldn't get him to read The Hunger Games, he cried during the movie and he's just... I'm pretty sure I've created him in my mind and everybody around me just lets me have this fantasy of mine where I have an unnaturally attractive almost-fiance who geeks out over Supernatural with me and has the same humor and and and and.
Mm. And then there's the part where I go over to Omar's house at midnight and stay for several hours after telling Wayne that there's no one else over there and all he says is, "Okay, have fun." I have given this man every chance. Our plumbing is all fuckered up so I have to use Omar's shower, and I first tried making Wayne come with me because, were the situation reversed, oh hell no. Ex-lover? And you want to go to their house and be alone with them? Oh no. You're adorable for suggesting it - no. It's just inappropriate.
But a girl's gotta shower. So I tried dragging him with me, because though he kept saying he didn't care, I didn't want to take advantage of the fact that he'd say that to make me happy and then sit at home stewing the doubt and whatnot. He kept refusing, so I stopped asking.
However, I don't leave things alone. If you make it bold, I want it underlined six times and in a font twelve thousand times larger than man. So I keep bringing it up, and giving him the opportunity to say no, and explaining that I, unfortunately, am not so kind about things and it would bug me to hell, and that it's perfectly normal and okay for him to say it makes him uncomfortable and all I get is, "I trust you. Do what you gotta do."
And so I go over there and use the facilities and, well, I adore me some Omar so I hang out and watch t.v. and movies and sometimes there are people there and sometimes it's just the two of us, and when I text Wayne and say, "Hey, it's just me and Omar. Come hang out?" I get, "Nope. Love you, see you when you get home."
I'm not sure what to do with trust. I've never cheated on anyone, unless you count when I was ten years of age, started 'dating' one boy and, the next day, having forgotten that I held that boy's hand and as such became his girlfriend, held another boy's hand. (Scarlet, I was.)
This man of mine loves me so much that he trusts me unconditionally. It's weird.
Life is good.