Weekend before the move.
So, prior to my moving in with Charlie on the Feb. 1, we have spent time with ourselves, partly so we can spend time getting our stuff packed and ready, and partly so I can have a last weekend to hangout with my roommate as a roommate. In the time that we've been together, I probably have spent one weekend with Ryan, my friend of almost 7 years, so we've gone out and had fun. Inspite of going out and shaking my groove thang on the dance floor, trying to get my single friends to get out meet people, watching stupid movies, American Idol and such, I grow more anxious to move in.
I sit here typing, waiting impatiently for Charles to hurry up and get off of his gig so I can call him. I miss my baby. Yes, I know I'll see him everyday just like I have for the last 2 years, but I think I'll sleep better with him in my bed.
Time seems to be crawling right now. The first seems soooooo freaking far away.
I think it's time to get dressed, the roommie is stirring and we're supposed to go see "Epic Movie" today. I guess this will be the closest thing to a bachelor party I'll get since our government is made up of silly people that don't recognize loving relationships between two people of the same sex.
I sit here typing, waiting impatiently for Charles to hurry up and get off of his gig so I can call him. I miss my baby. Yes, I know I'll see him everyday just like I have for the last 2 years, but I think I'll sleep better with him in my bed.
Time seems to be crawling right now. The first seems soooooo freaking far away.
I think it's time to get dressed, the roommie is stirring and we're supposed to go see "Epic Movie" today. I guess this will be the closest thing to a bachelor party I'll get since our government is made up of silly people that don't recognize loving relationships between two people of the same sex.