And don't you feel all warm and cozy, watching people out in the rain?
March came in like the Lion of God.
It is pouring down rain here. The day I decide to start wearing my flip flops again, it decides to rain. Mmm-hmm. Yep.
(Hee hee! Now I want to buy a pair of bright yellow rain boots. Mebbe Wellies? Idk.) The feet of my jeans are wet. My bangs are partially wet and the rest of my hair is probably frizzy from being under a hood. My bobbly, fuzzy grey sweater is now even bobblier and fuzzier, and my toes are wincing.
Peter and I hung out last night though. : ) We went to see The Number 23. I thought it was actually pretty good; Jim Carrey in maybe one of the best serious roles I've ever seen him, but I have to agree with Peter that the plot was pretty retarded. Lol@ Peter on the way home from the movie (squeaky voice): "Oh my GOSH! 23! If you take the height of the world trade center and divide it by two twice you get September 11th which equals 23! Oh my GAAh I'm gonna die, nooo!" (something like that. I can't remember exactly what he said. Let's just say he was less than kind to the film. X3) He was right though, I'm afraid. A lot of the calculations in the story that just happened to conveniently equal 23 SERIOUS BUISNESS, were sort of warped and a bit like the writer was really just "stretching" (as Pete said) for material.
I always have so much fun with him. : ) Even when watching a less than excellent movie. ( D:< That we paid EIGHT FRICKIN dollars for seats! Less than excellent seats! I mean, come on! For eight fifty?? Those seats need to frickin' vibrate, rotate, and everything else! D: All they did was a mockery of reclining - sort of flopped back if you leaned back in them. Screw Camelot theater! Screw baby, screw! )
I don't know. I'm learning to slip my claws out of him by and by. I am so possessive of him, and I think he's probably a little possessive of me too, but then that's a normal relationship for you. ^ _ ^ I admit that I am clingy, and possessive, and I want all of his time to me, me, me, and I want to be up in his face all the time, and I want him to hold me, and pay attention to me, and so forth.
So far today, I have behaved myself as of this new "dieting/exercising" binge I'm going on. I am seriously going into one of my little health phases again. I have managed to ignore my fat, thanks to Peter who doesn't mind it. But I mind it. And it's going to be there, like a fanny pack, embarrassing me until I do something about it.
Enough blah blah blahing. I'm sure you're reading this out of politeness now, and probably have other things to do. <333
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~ Fabi ~