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I am well pleased with this weekend.
Johnny was on his best behavior yesterday. I was studying at the Student Union and he came over to collect me. We walked over to the BU Beach, and he held my hand and then we curled up on a park bench and listened to my iPod. Afterwards, we came back to my house and had tea and lazed around. All across campus, he carried my backpack for me and it was really sweet. Later that night, when I was in his part of town getting some pizza with friend, I texted him concerning my need to cuddle. Johnny texted me back, asking me to come over. He and Mike graciously put me up for the night. No matter how crowded the bed is, or how much one smells of beer, it's refreshing not to be sleeping alone.
Today, I had Jason over for brunch. I made French Toast and--as usual when I make it--the smoke alarm went off. I think my apartment, with its poor ventilation and temperamental stovetop, hates me. But the French Toast came out great. I also made scrambled eggs with Herb de Provence, and put them in an herbal tortilla wrap with turkey. Jason brought marzipan croissants from the Japanese bakery around the corner. I wish I had pictures!
I do, however, have a picture of Jason on a curb on Newbury Street, trying to put together the surprise in the Kinder Egg we bought.
A good weekend indeed.
Johnny was on his best behavior yesterday. I was studying at the Student Union and he came over to collect me. We walked over to the BU Beach, and he held my hand and then we curled up on a park bench and listened to my iPod. Afterwards, we came back to my house and had tea and lazed around. All across campus, he carried my backpack for me and it was really sweet. Later that night, when I was in his part of town getting some pizza with friend, I texted him concerning my need to cuddle. Johnny texted me back, asking me to come over. He and Mike graciously put me up for the night. No matter how crowded the bed is, or how much one smells of beer, it's refreshing not to be sleeping alone.
Today, I had Jason over for brunch. I made French Toast and--as usual when I make it--the smoke alarm went off. I think my apartment, with its poor ventilation and temperamental stovetop, hates me. But the French Toast came out great. I also made scrambled eggs with Herb de Provence, and put them in an herbal tortilla wrap with turkey. Jason brought marzipan croissants from the Japanese bakery around the corner. I wish I had pictures!
I do, however, have a picture of Jason on a curb on Newbury Street, trying to put together the surprise in the Kinder Egg we bought.
A good weekend indeed.
