the new things
about my "list of things i can do:" okay..so i can ice skate now! i totally can! not very well, but still..ice skating by a louisianian or whatever...go me! i made it all the way around the middle of the rink, without falling quite a few times! yaaay! oh yeah..and add french braiding..wee (though..also craptastic..but shit..it was my hair i was braiding..it was hard!)
about work and life: i'm clumsy. the bruise that was on my shin from skating last time was finally going away and then i whacked a freakin bag on it and rebruised it. freakin awful. but now i realize that it's just one of about one hundred bruises that i have from the hip down (cause i'm not mentioning the big one on my ass from not tackling some little kid on the ice rink)..i think i'll not be wearing a skirt anytime soon, cause one bruise is fine..but one hundred fingerprint sized bruises, and a small laceration are a bit hard to explain. anycrap..no skirts..nothing but pants from now till, uh, say..middle of january? best news: i think mr. joe (the schedule maker) has it out for me..he's had me working downstairs for the last two weeks...and yay..i get to see jesse..but oy vey..i get to whack more and more bags on my sweet little pale legs...(use the term little lightly please) even though i have lost like 20 lbs now)
about jesse: ..things are the definition of confusing...i went to his house..and was laying on his bed..rubbing his head (the one above his shoulders you freaks) and he still didn't make any horntastic moves..shit..the man was so comfortable he actually blacked out a bit (which kinda made me feel like a weirdo/loser)..but i can't tell if he's just being a gentleman because he wants more than a hit it and quit it relationship or if he's putting on the brakes before the move to alexandria (which i understand)..but shit..i don't want..cause his kiss made me forget my address...and that's a great thing....we've been talking for about two months now..and been on half a dozen dates (cause half a dozen sounds bigger than six, right?..pssht)...and sure..it's only like..an hour away, but jeez..stupid new job, stupid jesse wanting to be a manager of an entire branch of airline..freaking ambitious asshat (with perfect fluffy lips..shuddup..fluffy)...crap..crap crappity crap crap..however...wednesday is looking promising for finding out what's going on, though...it's his going away party (which is sad)..but then well..he invited me to his place after and said that if he'd been drinking i'd see more than the show that i'd come to see...i said "win for me" cause jeez..i think if i go much longer into adulthood sans sex..i might become an actual special person...(and i do feel like a whore thinking that..but shit..i'm normal!..you don't know!) :D
about my big decision: when should i tell him that i not only look completely innocent, but that i am, in fact, innocent? khara said tell him immediately before insertion (she's part freak) and ryan said if it were him..he'd like to know beforehand (as in a few days or so)...but this is coming from people who de-virgined with other virgins...(fucking normal fucks)...so..no big surprises in the realm of life...i, on the other hand, am with a 31 year old...so..kinda shocking i think..and i want to tell him..but i don't want him to go..*eep..virgin..and run off to alexandria*...(but he could do just the opposite and go..*kickass..untouched territory*...) sex makes me sick...and yet..yeah..
any advice or ideas on that would be fab..and please tell me why things are so fucking confusing? please..tell me!
about home life: it's gay..and if it's all the same to you..i'd rather not talk about it...so moving on
about my car: my front brakes started grinding (cause they're rotary brakes) so i went to get them changed..and the geniuses at the car place only checked the front brakes..so now the back brakes are grinding so loudly when i stop..that it sounds like i'm dragging a volkswagen beetle behind me ...(which is funny to think about..but in all actuality, quite gay)
about missing peoples: it's you! i miss you..and i know that you're busy and i'm busy..so we're both gay in the whole scheduling shit..but still..i miss you..cause i wanna read "you're a crapping hobag" after i tell you that i WANT jesse to get handsy..and i want to know what you think about the whole "by the way i'm a newbie to this whole experience" speech that i'll eventually have to give
okay..here's hoping i can catch you some time soon, cassie-lou!
love you guys,
me
about work and life: i'm clumsy. the bruise that was on my shin from skating last time was finally going away and then i whacked a freakin bag on it and rebruised it. freakin awful. but now i realize that it's just one of about one hundred bruises that i have from the hip down (cause i'm not mentioning the big one on my ass from not tackling some little kid on the ice rink)..i think i'll not be wearing a skirt anytime soon, cause one bruise is fine..but one hundred fingerprint sized bruises, and a small laceration are a bit hard to explain. anycrap..no skirts..nothing but pants from now till, uh, say..middle of january? best news: i think mr. joe (the schedule maker) has it out for me..he's had me working downstairs for the last two weeks...and yay..i get to see jesse..but oy vey..i get to whack more and more bags on my sweet little pale legs...(use the term little lightly please) even though i have lost like 20 lbs now)
about jesse: ..things are the definition of confusing...i went to his house..and was laying on his bed..rubbing his head (the one above his shoulders you freaks) and he still didn't make any horntastic moves..shit..the man was so comfortable he actually blacked out a bit (which kinda made me feel like a weirdo/loser)..but i can't tell if he's just being a gentleman because he wants more than a hit it and quit it relationship or if he's putting on the brakes before the move to alexandria (which i understand)..but shit..i don't want..cause his kiss made me forget my address...and that's a great thing....we've been talking for about two months now..and been on half a dozen dates (cause half a dozen sounds bigger than six, right?..pssht)...and sure..it's only like..an hour away, but jeez..stupid new job, stupid jesse wanting to be a manager of an entire branch of airline..freaking ambitious asshat (with perfect fluffy lips..shuddup..fluffy)...crap..crap crappity crap crap..however...wednesday is looking promising for finding out what's going on, though...it's his going away party (which is sad)..but then well..he invited me to his place after and said that if he'd been drinking i'd see more than the show that i'd come to see...i said "win for me" cause jeez..i think if i go much longer into adulthood sans sex..i might become an actual special person...(and i do feel like a whore thinking that..but shit..i'm normal!..you don't know!) :D
about my big decision: when should i tell him that i not only look completely innocent, but that i am, in fact, innocent? khara said tell him immediately before insertion (she's part freak) and ryan said if it were him..he'd like to know beforehand (as in a few days or so)...but this is coming from people who de-virgined with other virgins...(fucking normal fucks)...so..no big surprises in the realm of life...i, on the other hand, am with a 31 year old...so..kinda shocking i think..and i want to tell him..but i don't want him to go..*eep..virgin..and run off to alexandria*...(but he could do just the opposite and go..*kickass..untouched territory*...) sex makes me sick...and yet..yeah..
any advice or ideas on that would be fab..and please tell me why things are so fucking confusing? please..tell me!
about home life: it's gay..and if it's all the same to you..i'd rather not talk about it...so moving on
about my car: my front brakes started grinding (cause they're rotary brakes) so i went to get them changed..and the geniuses at the car place only checked the front brakes..so now the back brakes are grinding so loudly when i stop..that it sounds like i'm dragging a volkswagen beetle behind me ...(which is funny to think about..but in all actuality, quite gay)
about missing peoples: it's you! i miss you..and i know that you're busy and i'm busy..so we're both gay in the whole scheduling shit..but still..i miss you..cause i wanna read "you're a crapping hobag" after i tell you that i WANT jesse to get handsy..and i want to know what you think about the whole "by the way i'm a newbie to this whole experience" speech that i'll eventually have to give
okay..here's hoping i can catch you some time soon, cassie-lou!
love you guys,
me