Because the World is Round...
There is something remarkable about being with someone who isn't too stone-faced to let you know when you're doing something right.
That is, remarkable, where remarkable is roughly equivalent to really fucking hot. <3
So, there is now the glorious part where I have a livejournal that my boyfriend reads. On the other hand, we're both gossip-faces, so it's not too bad. Need to change my icon. Punchabuddy, we neeeed to do photobooth soon. Not that my scanner is available.
I've got work in thirty minutes. Michael's is now, at most, a five minute walk, thanks to my big move across town. I have food, but I don't know that there were clean spoons to eat food with downstairs. Mom's gonna end up sending my dishes up here sooner rather than later, I think.
My towels ended up in Tracy, so no shower this morning before work. I'm gonna stop by Big Lots on the way home and pick up a towel or two so I can bathe and feel clean, regardless of my amazing hair of awesome.
Should I be explicitly clear about what's going on? How I can be so happy so soon?
I do love Shawn, but the pain is softened with irritation these days.
I fucking love Braden, and that is both incredible in the "I don't believe it!" sense to others and the "holy shit that's fast sense!"
My mom is just a bit worried that I say that so soon. Or, she was, until she realized that I say that to the friends I love and thus, the step from I love you to I .love. you isn't as big for me as for others. Besides, she likes Braden for any number of things. Of course, she also wants him to eat more. So he stops nibbling on me. And you know, living hickies in line of site, the bastard. *bites*
There's a lot of stairs in the new apartment. It's nice to have stairs between me and food again. Far less temptation to snack, and when temptation gets too large, I have to get up and go down and back up a flight of stairs. So that's pretty good. Mom had forgotten that she had given me the big picture of her parent's wedding and cried when she found it in my stuff yesterday. It was silly. It was very much my mom.
I like having my mommy 'on my side,' as it were. I like not having to fight her. I like not having to defend my boyfriend. Mom wants to put Braden in a kilt, and get him dressing up for the RenFaires and get him as bloody well addicted as the rest of us.
The Scouting background helps. (Also, if we don't camp up at Yosemite, we could just do the hike sans permit. It'd just be the entry fee, and I'm thinking we NEED to buy the summer pass. So we can go escape into the real world.)
As going to work naked does not appeal to me(in reality, this statement has some ambiguity that need to be a subject of a journal entry later) I should stop typing, get dressed, grab an apple since apples require no dishes, and make a sammich for lunch. Oh. Or waffle/applesauce. Might go there. Mhm. Waffle.
If there's ANYTHING you want to know about this whole...shebang...comment. I'll do my best to answer any questions after work. Or I suppose punchakun could answer if he wasn't in Reno. :P
That is, remarkable, where remarkable is roughly equivalent to really fucking hot. <3
So, there is now the glorious part where I have a livejournal that my boyfriend reads. On the other hand, we're both gossip-faces, so it's not too bad. Need to change my icon. Punchabuddy, we neeeed to do photobooth soon. Not that my scanner is available.
I've got work in thirty minutes. Michael's is now, at most, a five minute walk, thanks to my big move across town. I have food, but I don't know that there were clean spoons to eat food with downstairs. Mom's gonna end up sending my dishes up here sooner rather than later, I think.
My towels ended up in Tracy, so no shower this morning before work. I'm gonna stop by Big Lots on the way home and pick up a towel or two so I can bathe and feel clean, regardless of my amazing hair of awesome.
Should I be explicitly clear about what's going on? How I can be so happy so soon?
I do love Shawn, but the pain is softened with irritation these days.
I fucking love Braden, and that is both incredible in the "I don't believe it!" sense to others and the "holy shit that's fast sense!"
My mom is just a bit worried that I say that so soon. Or, she was, until she realized that I say that to the friends I love and thus, the step from I love you to I .love. you isn't as big for me as for others. Besides, she likes Braden for any number of things. Of course, she also wants him to eat more. So he stops nibbling on me. And you know, living hickies in line of site, the bastard. *bites*
There's a lot of stairs in the new apartment. It's nice to have stairs between me and food again. Far less temptation to snack, and when temptation gets too large, I have to get up and go down and back up a flight of stairs. So that's pretty good. Mom had forgotten that she had given me the big picture of her parent's wedding and cried when she found it in my stuff yesterday. It was silly. It was very much my mom.
I like having my mommy 'on my side,' as it were. I like not having to fight her. I like not having to defend my boyfriend. Mom wants to put Braden in a kilt, and get him dressing up for the RenFaires and get him as bloody well addicted as the rest of us.
The Scouting background helps. (Also, if we don't camp up at Yosemite, we could just do the hike sans permit. It'd just be the entry fee, and I'm thinking we NEED to buy the summer pass. So we can go escape into the real world.)
As going to work naked does not appeal to me(in reality, this statement has some ambiguity that need to be a subject of a journal entry later) I should stop typing, get dressed, grab an apple since apples require no dishes, and make a sammich for lunch. Oh. Or waffle/applesauce. Might go there. Mhm. Waffle.
If there's ANYTHING you want to know about this whole...shebang...comment. I'll do my best to answer any questions after work. Or I suppose punchakun could answer if he wasn't in Reno. :P