Last night...I was inside of you; or was it the other way around?
I've never in my entire life of "dating" been to a "nice" restaurant. I'm not talking about Claim Jumper either. Last night I went out with my boyfriend...oops did I say boyfriend...I meant "pseudo" boyfriend to "Roy's" in La Jolla. Yeah ummm...he reassured me that it was a special occassion and that he just wanted me to enjoy the night. All I kept doing was staring at the menu and the damn numbers next to each description of the entree. I was thinking in my head "Did this guy KNOW that this was going to be expensive?" I was going to SCREAM if I saw "Tilapia in a wine sauce with cocunut shavings" for $29 because I think at that point I'd be giving out flyers to Seafood City and tell everyone that they can get Tilapia for $1.99 a pound at an "Oriental" market AND have the Mexicans and Fobbish Filipino guys clean them AND fry them...FOR FREE! Yeah ok but luckily I did not see Tilapia or Spam...I ordered the Salmon while my hunnie ordered the Macadamia Nut Crusted Mahi Mahi and some chicken...IT WAS AMAZING. The mahi mahi that is. Hahaha. Yeah the bill came out to more than I pay for medical insurance a month (but then I go to the damn doctor and end up paying the same amount the restaurant bill was last night! Damn doctors...you mean to tell me I payed $30 for you to tell me in 3 minutes that I need to take Paxil just because I have heartburn?) Yeah it was pricey but it was nice. It was fun because since I've never been to a NICE restaurant I didn't know HOW TO BE BOUGIE...(did I spell that right? I MEAN HIGH AND MIGHTY). So I was ghetto. The waitress came over to our table because we ordered sushi and she ripped the chopsticks out of the paper packaging but didn't pull out the chopsticks. So here I am sitting in my chair with this white woman's hands in my face and I hear the infamous words "Can you pull this out for me?", to which I'm a little startled and look up to see she meant "please pull out these chopsticks because this restaurant has nothing below $10 and I would like you to feel the full experience of being white and upper class because once you leave the restaurant you will NEVER know how that feels like...because 1. you're not White and 2. you're not White.". So I'm pulling out the wood and I'm sitting there like "Wow, this dude really loves me. Jeff really wants to show me all avenues of the world and chart them together". And then I stuffed my mouth with "Auntie Lei's" roll and chewed, enjoying the $13 roll of sushi knowing that my $20 plate of salmon was on it's way while I sipped down my $10 Mai Tai.
Don't get me wrong, dude I don't need to eat at these fancy shmancy places all the time...I could hang with Popey's chicken or Del Taco (mmm chicken soft tacos with special sauce and crinkle cut fries). I love the fact that Jeff looks beyond money...he knows how to have fun just chillin' at his pad, he knows how to entertain me even if we just go to the movies and he knows to have fun if we go to fancy shmancy restaurant. The amazing thing is that it doesn't matter where we are...we're in love and we have an incredible time together no matter if we spend $10 or $100.
So now I think I might be getting sick. I can't stop sniffling and I think it's because of lack of sleep and overworking myself. Luckily tonight I'm working upstairs and I work with chill people so no pressure, I can sit in the back and talk on my phone all fucking day (which I have...sorry baby if I keep bothering you) and not worry about actually working. Then at 9pm tonight the fun is over and I must go downstairs and hang out with the research dudes that ARE IN LOVE WTIH ME...or rather my body. EWW gross! I'll just write in my journal...hahahah. Why is it we only write in depth stuff in our journals when we're sad or something traumatic happens but when something incredible happens we won't write about it? That's weird.
Earlier I had some ravioli which the cafeteria made...it tasted like Chef Boyardi...is that how you spell it? Yeah it was...good. It actually reminded me of my childhood. Now spaghetti-o's...can't eat those...makes me fucking sick. It HAS to have at least A LITTLE meat in it! Dang!!!
I've been thinking for the past few days...I think next semester I want to change my Radio Show name to "Freestyle Explosion"...what do ya'll think? Right now it's "Just Unwind" but that's more of a title for layed back chill music and I honestly want to play fast stuff too. Freestyle type music actually. Hee hee. Ok I'm manic...why?
I HAD AMAZING SEX THIS MORNING...and last night. DAMN I LOVE FREQUENT FLYER SEX! My "area" is in bliss...LET ME TELL YOU!
Happy Sunday!!!!!
Don't get me wrong, dude I don't need to eat at these fancy shmancy places all the time...I could hang with Popey's chicken or Del Taco (mmm chicken soft tacos with special sauce and crinkle cut fries). I love the fact that Jeff looks beyond money...he knows how to have fun just chillin' at his pad, he knows how to entertain me even if we just go to the movies and he knows to have fun if we go to fancy shmancy restaurant. The amazing thing is that it doesn't matter where we are...we're in love and we have an incredible time together no matter if we spend $10 or $100.
So now I think I might be getting sick. I can't stop sniffling and I think it's because of lack of sleep and overworking myself. Luckily tonight I'm working upstairs and I work with chill people so no pressure, I can sit in the back and talk on my phone all fucking day (which I have...sorry baby if I keep bothering you) and not worry about actually working. Then at 9pm tonight the fun is over and I must go downstairs and hang out with the research dudes that ARE IN LOVE WTIH ME...or rather my body. EWW gross! I'll just write in my journal...hahahah. Why is it we only write in depth stuff in our journals when we're sad or something traumatic happens but when something incredible happens we won't write about it? That's weird.
Earlier I had some ravioli which the cafeteria made...it tasted like Chef Boyardi...is that how you spell it? Yeah it was...good. It actually reminded me of my childhood. Now spaghetti-o's...can't eat those...makes me fucking sick. It HAS to have at least A LITTLE meat in it! Dang!!!
I've been thinking for the past few days...I think next semester I want to change my Radio Show name to "Freestyle Explosion"...what do ya'll think? Right now it's "Just Unwind" but that's more of a title for layed back chill music and I honestly want to play fast stuff too. Freestyle type music actually. Hee hee. Ok I'm manic...why?
I HAD AMAZING SEX THIS MORNING...and last night. DAMN I LOVE FREQUENT FLYER SEX! My "area" is in bliss...LET ME TELL YOU!
Happy Sunday!!!!!