Bitching and Happiness
RAAAAARRRRRR
RANT RANT RANT
BITCH BITCH BITCH
GNASHES TEETH
Sometimes I just want to grab this person, smack 'em around and go, "Stop this! You're being ridiculous! We like who you really are! Not who you keep pretending to be!" and it just drives me crazy. /headdesk
But instead I'm just going to take a deep breath and go back to my writing.
Mom and I are going to take the front porch swing down, strip it and paint it this weekend. A bright turqouise blue.
When I informed B of this he sort of paused and thought about it as though he was going to protest. Then he just threw his hands up and said, "You know, I've learned not to argue with you about color. You're always right. I trust your judgement baby." And, you know, I just can't tell you how happy that made me. I know that sometimes I get decorating ideas in my head and I can tell that he doesn't have the same vision of how everything's going to look in the end that I do, but it really means so much that he trusts me and my taste. I appreciate it, baby. It means more to me than you know that you're willing to trust my schemes and plans.
Now, if you'll just let me paint the trim and moldings white, we'd live happily ever after. ^___^
Oh! And we watched Eastern Promises last night.
Dude. Dude.
That movie was pimp as hell. I cannot strongly suggest this movie enough. I had to call Steven and tell him how much it reminded me of Chaz, of course, but it was fantastic. If you haven't seen it yet you should go out and rent it now.
RANT RANT RANT
BITCH BITCH BITCH
GNASHES TEETH
Sometimes I just want to grab this person, smack 'em around and go, "Stop this! You're being ridiculous! We like who you really are! Not who you keep pretending to be!" and it just drives me crazy. /headdesk
But instead I'm just going to take a deep breath and go back to my writing.
Mom and I are going to take the front porch swing down, strip it and paint it this weekend. A bright turqouise blue.
When I informed B of this he sort of paused and thought about it as though he was going to protest. Then he just threw his hands up and said, "You know, I've learned not to argue with you about color. You're always right. I trust your judgement baby." And, you know, I just can't tell you how happy that made me. I know that sometimes I get decorating ideas in my head and I can tell that he doesn't have the same vision of how everything's going to look in the end that I do, but it really means so much that he trusts me and my taste. I appreciate it, baby. It means more to me than you know that you're willing to trust my schemes and plans.
Now, if you'll just let me paint the trim and moldings white, we'd live happily ever after. ^___^
Oh! And we watched Eastern Promises last night.
Dude. Dude.
That movie was pimp as hell. I cannot strongly suggest this movie enough. I had to call Steven and tell him how much it reminded me of Chaz, of course, but it was fantastic. If you haven't seen it yet you should go out and rent it now.