oh, yeah, that life thing
schmitty did come into town. he got in at 1am. needless to say, seeing him made about 90% of all the days angst melt away, and talking with him about the cause of the angst cured the last 10.
he has magic healing powers. and no, it's not in his pants. that's something entirely different ;)
saturday i had work. he came and sat around doing work on his computer until i was done. we meandered to noho and found the st. marks street fair by accident. the dumpling guy let me down, but yaffa cafe made things ok (yet another place reclaimed by me and no longer dependent on the time or place or person to define itself). he rented a hotel room so we could have privacy and not worry about buggies.
he is wonderful, i have mentioned this, yes? wonderful.
we pretended we were the kind of people who lived in rooms with views in midtown. we ate brie and crackers and chocolate. we watched horribly bad movies and made lots of noise, and had silly conversations with shop attendents and opened very window and blind in the room. we lay in bed and listened to each other in the silence, and i fell asleep while he was still awake, and when i would wake up for no reason (as i do every 45 min to an hour) he was still awake, and he would give me a little squeeze to let me know he was still there and i was still there with him and everything in the world was ok for that moment and i could go back to sleep.
we woke up and went t see the modern marvels exhibit but it was closed. we called our mums and ate at eat here now (how can you not?) so much food. such good milkshakes. we went to the park and sat in the sun under trees. we watched seals at the childrens zoo, and meandered with all the mothers day park people. we napped by a lake in the shade of a tree while a bunch of british folk and their babies picniced and kept time and watch for us (whether they knew they were or not). somehow, sleeping next to him in the warm grass didn't stop time, so eventually i had to get to the bar and he had to get to his bus. goodbye's suck. tequila and work help make them not as bad.
it's been a strange week. it feels like all the days are off. it feels like i've forgotten to do something important.
the exterminators come tomorrow. here's hoping. vaccuuming the carpet again (did a cursory one today, because the room scares me).
why don't i go to the gym more?
my mom wants me to move home. or to china. or anywhere that doesn't make me as miserable as here. i don't think i'd be miserable if i wasn't terrified of my home and my job let me see my man more than once every two months. if i could get a little leeway in either direction there, things would be mostly ok, and i wouldn't have to spend all my time thinking about new jobs or moving to other states.
i have an interview on thurs for an esl teaching gig. maybe?
i will be in dc the 25th. wanna meet up kiddies?
he has magic healing powers. and no, it's not in his pants. that's something entirely different ;)
saturday i had work. he came and sat around doing work on his computer until i was done. we meandered to noho and found the st. marks street fair by accident. the dumpling guy let me down, but yaffa cafe made things ok (yet another place reclaimed by me and no longer dependent on the time or place or person to define itself). he rented a hotel room so we could have privacy and not worry about buggies.
he is wonderful, i have mentioned this, yes? wonderful.
we pretended we were the kind of people who lived in rooms with views in midtown. we ate brie and crackers and chocolate. we watched horribly bad movies and made lots of noise, and had silly conversations with shop attendents and opened very window and blind in the room. we lay in bed and listened to each other in the silence, and i fell asleep while he was still awake, and when i would wake up for no reason (as i do every 45 min to an hour) he was still awake, and he would give me a little squeeze to let me know he was still there and i was still there with him and everything in the world was ok for that moment and i could go back to sleep.
we woke up and went t see the modern marvels exhibit but it was closed. we called our mums and ate at eat here now (how can you not?) so much food. such good milkshakes. we went to the park and sat in the sun under trees. we watched seals at the childrens zoo, and meandered with all the mothers day park people. we napped by a lake in the shade of a tree while a bunch of british folk and their babies picniced and kept time and watch for us (whether they knew they were or not). somehow, sleeping next to him in the warm grass didn't stop time, so eventually i had to get to the bar and he had to get to his bus. goodbye's suck. tequila and work help make them not as bad.
it's been a strange week. it feels like all the days are off. it feels like i've forgotten to do something important.
the exterminators come tomorrow. here's hoping. vaccuuming the carpet again (did a cursory one today, because the room scares me).
why don't i go to the gym more?
my mom wants me to move home. or to china. or anywhere that doesn't make me as miserable as here. i don't think i'd be miserable if i wasn't terrified of my home and my job let me see my man more than once every two months. if i could get a little leeway in either direction there, things would be mostly ok, and i wouldn't have to spend all my time thinking about new jobs or moving to other states.
i have an interview on thurs for an esl teaching gig. maybe?
i will be in dc the 25th. wanna meet up kiddies?