Suck
I really don't know why I took Sam over to my ex-wife's place. Kinda a bad mistake on my part. No, not really kinda. It was. At least she feels similarly towards Kenny as I do. I just don't trust the guy, nor anything he says. He's told me some things that Crystal will refute. Who am I going to believe? Someone I have known and loved for many years, or someone that I don't respect or think is worth the time?
I only really went over there to see Twyla, and that hurt. She's not living with Crystal anymore, but with Mark, and that's going to make me seeing her all the more difficult. Work tonight is going to suck. I'm going to have to think about other things, but there is a great thing to think about, sitting right here next to me, just a few feet away.
Even in the face of the situation, I can look over at Sam and smile. It's a very pleasurable thing. We don't even have to talk all the time. We are sitting here, both typing and listening to music, but I know that things are going well for us. We've actually started to use the 'L' word. Normally it takes me so long, but I feel so comfortable around her. Clicking on a whole lot of levels, meshing together like we were either made for each other, or our forms are so malleable that we just slide against each other like melted wax being mixed together, slowly, our different colors mingling and forming something else as it hardens and grasps the wick, ready to be lit...
I have to wonder how far this will really go. By my history, just going by the girlfriends that I've had, this one should last -years-. Have been with Amy for almost six years, which would mean this one should last at least.. gods.. thirty? I just hope I live that long. 60 would be a nice age to reach.
It feels like I'm going to fall asleep right here in the chair, and I've not really done anything today. In fact, Sam made a great dinner. That's something else I haven't said here yet. This girl can cook. I always told Jack that if he ever divorced Krissi, I'd marry her just for the fact that she's a good cook alone. Never mind the fact that Krissi loves anal and Jack doesn't.
Poor Jack. Doesn't know what he's missing.
Well, I suppose I should start to get ready for work. Truck is coming in tonight. Something like 1300 pieces. Hopefully I'm only scheduled 7 hours tonight so I can come home and get some sleep. I love short days at work.. and I can't wait for Sunday. I can just imagine how much Sam will make me melt this weekend.
I just hope she doesn't get tired of me. It's a nagging feeling, and one that shows that I'm still a rather wounded creature inside. I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to have to wake up alone. It feels really good to crawl in bed after I get home while Sam is sleeping.
You know, I just had a thought. The other Sam, Chris's girlfriend.. I had a thing for her pretty hard a while back. Also had a good friend in college named Sam that I had been thinking of a little bit lately, wondering what he's been up to and where he's made it to.
Maybe just a coincidence? Or precursor?
Tonight is going to suck at work.
I only really went over there to see Twyla, and that hurt. She's not living with Crystal anymore, but with Mark, and that's going to make me seeing her all the more difficult. Work tonight is going to suck. I'm going to have to think about other things, but there is a great thing to think about, sitting right here next to me, just a few feet away.
Even in the face of the situation, I can look over at Sam and smile. It's a very pleasurable thing. We don't even have to talk all the time. We are sitting here, both typing and listening to music, but I know that things are going well for us. We've actually started to use the 'L' word. Normally it takes me so long, but I feel so comfortable around her. Clicking on a whole lot of levels, meshing together like we were either made for each other, or our forms are so malleable that we just slide against each other like melted wax being mixed together, slowly, our different colors mingling and forming something else as it hardens and grasps the wick, ready to be lit...
I have to wonder how far this will really go. By my history, just going by the girlfriends that I've had, this one should last -years-. Have been with Amy for almost six years, which would mean this one should last at least.. gods.. thirty? I just hope I live that long. 60 would be a nice age to reach.
It feels like I'm going to fall asleep right here in the chair, and I've not really done anything today. In fact, Sam made a great dinner. That's something else I haven't said here yet. This girl can cook. I always told Jack that if he ever divorced Krissi, I'd marry her just for the fact that she's a good cook alone. Never mind the fact that Krissi loves anal and Jack doesn't.
Poor Jack. Doesn't know what he's missing.
Well, I suppose I should start to get ready for work. Truck is coming in tonight. Something like 1300 pieces. Hopefully I'm only scheduled 7 hours tonight so I can come home and get some sleep. I love short days at work.. and I can't wait for Sunday. I can just imagine how much Sam will make me melt this weekend.
I just hope she doesn't get tired of me. It's a nagging feeling, and one that shows that I'm still a rather wounded creature inside. I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to have to wake up alone. It feels really good to crawl in bed after I get home while Sam is sleeping.
You know, I just had a thought. The other Sam, Chris's girlfriend.. I had a thing for her pretty hard a while back. Also had a good friend in college named Sam that I had been thinking of a little bit lately, wondering what he's been up to and where he's made it to.
Maybe just a coincidence? Or precursor?
Tonight is going to suck at work.