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Late to work aaaaaaaaasssss usual. I guess it's my fault - I didn't wake Julie in time. Iunno - she's cute when she's all passed out on my bed.. and then I discovered that the cat had barfed on my floor.. And I spent like 5 minutes just hugging Julie cos I'm a cornball as we all know.
GAWD the things I do for love, eh? ;) Always late, get fired, skip work, skip class, skip phone calls from my parents, skip eating, skip sleeping, get re-hired and STILL show up late to work... Hehehehe.
AND YOU QUESTION MY LOVE FOR YOU?! ;)
Anyway, so I was 5 minutes late but I called at 10 on the dot and said that I was on South Park and would be just a bit late.
See, the 10 and 9 had passed my house already when I got outside - BAD sign. But here came the 1, so I got on THAT motherfucker. The 9 was waiting at Scotia Sq. SUCCESS! I WOULD BE ON TIME! NOT! I was 3 inches from the 9 before it took off and disappeared up Barrington. I had to get back on the 1 and meet the 17 or 18. As luck would NOT have it, the 17 was LATE. Assholes. So I was late.
So I've been really happy the past few days. For the first time I can honestly say that there's really NOTHING wrong. At least nothing that I know of, anyway. I am thrilled. I spend so much time with my lady and am more than willing to. For all this time we've been almost INSEPERABLE. And it's wonderful.
I can't believe how long we've been together - about 4 months.. and yet we've only OFFICALLY been together four fucking days. And I only had the balls to tell you how I felt about you a week ago... And even THAT took 3 days of opening and closing my mouth like a dying fish, trying to FINALLY shove the words I knew to be true out of my mouth.. And yet I loved you for far longer than 2 weeks - possibly the reason I refused to commit: out of fear.
I do not take the word "love" lightly. I do not use it as such with people I am dating or seeing. I love my friends in a seperate way and I love my family in a seperate way.. But when I'm seeing someone, the word "love" NEVER passes my lips - not even jokingly - until I'm good and ready and KNOW that I'm in love.
So maybe that's it. I was scared to be in love. I was scared to be in love with you. I ALWAYS get hurt and I don't want to get hurt yet again but I guess it's unavoidable. I'm just destined to get hurt haha. Maybe you're different - but I don't know that yet. I only JUST confided in you that I love you and vice versa.. Although I knew how you felt for me well over a week ago.
"I think I'm falling for you."
"... I tripped and fell a long time ago."
Quite possibly the sweetest phrase I've heard uttered in a long time - it sent shivers up my back. I walked out of your house happy again, with a song in my heart. Even the blinding snow, driving back to Halifax, could not stop me. I was happy. Until I was fed some information that upset me. But that doesn't matter.
A few days later I further tested the waters - "I think I love you." Which turned into "I love you." Your reaction was awesome - "Don't fuck around with me, Kris!" lol except you were dead serious. So I assured you that I do not take those words lightly - and I said it again.. and this time you said it back...
Last night we went to Salty's. EVERYBODY GASP! lol. We only ate downstairs though. One day we SHALL eat upstairs. Just not yet. THAT will happen when I am paying. YES, the lovely lady paid this time. Although she let me be a loser and actually DO the paying - she didn't even ask and I didn't ask her - she just automatically handed me the money when we got in the cab and I paid the cab driver. She totally gives into my needs to feel manly. I love it. I've seen my parents do this too - my mom will pull out the money to pay a cab or whatever and instead of doing it herself, she will give the money to my dad to handle it instead. I never understood before. Must have something to do with male dominance or something. I'll have to look into it. Anyway, so she did that for me and I was all proud and shit haha. And then I ordered for the both of us. Le gasp. I'm becoming a male chauvinist pig! Haha but the waiter seemed to EXPECT me to do the ordering for the both of us.. O.o Except Julie had to inform the guy what size of lobster I wanted so she could base out the cost of it.
I had me a whole fucking 1.5lb lobster (freshly murderized) along with some lobster chowder and fries. Julie had a caesar salad followed by some chicken alfredo. Our food was FUCKING good. Julie had to shell most of my lobster for me, though. But that's cos she can do it in like 2 minutes since she used to work at the Fisherman's Market. And cos I have no idea how to shell a fucking lobster. The only really gross part was when she pulled off the tail and Reigh's dad's favorite part of the lobster fell out. GAG. My plate was then covered in LOBSTER SHIT. YUM. I ate out the lobster knuckles myself - at least I know I can shell THAT much, eh? :P
So uh. It was more expensive than either of us thought - $92.80. She told me to frame the receipt and label it the first AND LAST time we ever went on a date. LMAO. I'm not worried about it - she owed me $105 for the U-Haul anyway, so I'm calling it even. :P Besides - next time, I'm paying. ;)
So yeah now I have to get off the desk.. WOO. WORK.
GAWD the things I do for love, eh? ;) Always late, get fired, skip work, skip class, skip phone calls from my parents, skip eating, skip sleeping, get re-hired and STILL show up late to work... Hehehehe.
AND YOU QUESTION MY LOVE FOR YOU?! ;)
Anyway, so I was 5 minutes late but I called at 10 on the dot and said that I was on South Park and would be just a bit late.
See, the 10 and 9 had passed my house already when I got outside - BAD sign. But here came the 1, so I got on THAT motherfucker. The 9 was waiting at Scotia Sq. SUCCESS! I WOULD BE ON TIME! NOT! I was 3 inches from the 9 before it took off and disappeared up Barrington. I had to get back on the 1 and meet the 17 or 18. As luck would NOT have it, the 17 was LATE. Assholes. So I was late.
So I've been really happy the past few days. For the first time I can honestly say that there's really NOTHING wrong. At least nothing that I know of, anyway. I am thrilled. I spend so much time with my lady and am more than willing to. For all this time we've been almost INSEPERABLE. And it's wonderful.
I can't believe how long we've been together - about 4 months.. and yet we've only OFFICALLY been together four fucking days. And I only had the balls to tell you how I felt about you a week ago... And even THAT took 3 days of opening and closing my mouth like a dying fish, trying to FINALLY shove the words I knew to be true out of my mouth.. And yet I loved you for far longer than 2 weeks - possibly the reason I refused to commit: out of fear.
I do not take the word "love" lightly. I do not use it as such with people I am dating or seeing. I love my friends in a seperate way and I love my family in a seperate way.. But when I'm seeing someone, the word "love" NEVER passes my lips - not even jokingly - until I'm good and ready and KNOW that I'm in love.
So maybe that's it. I was scared to be in love. I was scared to be in love with you. I ALWAYS get hurt and I don't want to get hurt yet again but I guess it's unavoidable. I'm just destined to get hurt haha. Maybe you're different - but I don't know that yet. I only JUST confided in you that I love you and vice versa.. Although I knew how you felt for me well over a week ago.
"I think I'm falling for you."
"... I tripped and fell a long time ago."
Quite possibly the sweetest phrase I've heard uttered in a long time - it sent shivers up my back. I walked out of your house happy again, with a song in my heart. Even the blinding snow, driving back to Halifax, could not stop me. I was happy. Until I was fed some information that upset me. But that doesn't matter.
A few days later I further tested the waters - "I think I love you." Which turned into "I love you." Your reaction was awesome - "Don't fuck around with me, Kris!" lol except you were dead serious. So I assured you that I do not take those words lightly - and I said it again.. and this time you said it back...
Last night we went to Salty's. EVERYBODY GASP! lol. We only ate downstairs though. One day we SHALL eat upstairs. Just not yet. THAT will happen when I am paying. YES, the lovely lady paid this time. Although she let me be a loser and actually DO the paying - she didn't even ask and I didn't ask her - she just automatically handed me the money when we got in the cab and I paid the cab driver. She totally gives into my needs to feel manly. I love it. I've seen my parents do this too - my mom will pull out the money to pay a cab or whatever and instead of doing it herself, she will give the money to my dad to handle it instead. I never understood before. Must have something to do with male dominance or something. I'll have to look into it. Anyway, so she did that for me and I was all proud and shit haha. And then I ordered for the both of us. Le gasp. I'm becoming a male chauvinist pig! Haha but the waiter seemed to EXPECT me to do the ordering for the both of us.. O.o Except Julie had to inform the guy what size of lobster I wanted so she could base out the cost of it.
I had me a whole fucking 1.5lb lobster (freshly murderized) along with some lobster chowder and fries. Julie had a caesar salad followed by some chicken alfredo. Our food was FUCKING good. Julie had to shell most of my lobster for me, though. But that's cos she can do it in like 2 minutes since she used to work at the Fisherman's Market. And cos I have no idea how to shell a fucking lobster. The only really gross part was when she pulled off the tail and Reigh's dad's favorite part of the lobster fell out. GAG. My plate was then covered in LOBSTER SHIT. YUM. I ate out the lobster knuckles myself - at least I know I can shell THAT much, eh? :P
So uh. It was more expensive than either of us thought - $92.80. She told me to frame the receipt and label it the first AND LAST time we ever went on a date. LMAO. I'm not worried about it - she owed me $105 for the U-Haul anyway, so I'm calling it even. :P Besides - next time, I'm paying. ;)
So yeah now I have to get off the desk.. WOO. WORK.