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Back from the extended weekend, and I'm a tired puppy. Now I have to use my powers of ... of something... and go back and try to remember what happened.
Firday (which is like Friday, but far, far more impressive) saw me off to see Underworld at Crown. Why we choose Crown is generally beyond me as it's really expensive due to parking. Steph had a sore throat and was tired so she decided to skip it. I went round to her work to pick up some plastic shot glasses for Saturday night, and then was guided round the store, having things chosen for me for my house.
"I don't think I really want that. It's too expensive anyway."
"Oh well, I'll just buy it for you."
I think I should start worrying about her controlling influence. She wants me to get rid of my mugs because they don't match. And I thought I was neurotic.
And I can feel that this is going to be a long entry. I haven't even got into Friday night yet. I suspect this means that this entry will be lame. More a doing than a feeling entry. I'll try to stick in some of the other too, cut out some of the boring stuff (but only some), like my parking problems, or all the ironing I did.
*insert lengthy ironing story*
*insert parking problems*
I quite enjoyed Underworld. Other people didn't, but they had the whole mysticism of Vampires happening, and didn't like any changes to that myth. Afterwards, we were all manipulated (oh, we just "happened" to walk 45 minutes to Federation Square) into seeing some kinda gay (and I mean that literally) midsummer festival thing, with drag queens galore. I have asked whether gay guys considered them sexy, but apparently they're purely for humour value. I have no chance of becoming gay.
Spoke with Helen about her threesomes. Helen is a strange girl. Cute to boot, skinny as a whip, but very hard to get a hold on - personality-wise. She's bi, and apparently her only sex has been in a threesome with this other couple - her fuckbuddies. She's increasingly putting herself out there as a slut (her words) to get more sex, but seems at the same time to be telling people they can't have her. I'm entirely sure she'd go into a threesome with Steph and myself, but only for Steph, who she considers the sexiest girl alive. But there are a few problems with that. (1) Steph would certainly not be interested. She's the jealous and insecure type, and certainly wouldn't want me with another girl. (2) Girl-on-girl just doesn't do it for me and (3) While she is really cute, Helen's just not sexy as she is in no way interested in me. I need the emotional side too.
Saturday... hurt my knee at squash.
Saturday night, I had plans to drink alcohol - a rare occurance for me, so Steph drove. Her sore throat remained and she was tired. The night was good. Steph fell asleep on the couch. I didn't even drink enough to get over the limit. (And crap! I've forgotten to bring in my phone bill so I can pay it online. I ABSOLUTELY knew I'd forget. So why am I so suprised and angry with myself?) The worst (or best) of the evening happened after we left, with much debauchery etcetera etcetera etcetera. There are photos to prove it, and many hangovers for other people.
(this is getting far, far too long)
Sunday, after morning sex that I really am not sure Steph was that interested in, we went off to lunch on Acland St before coming back and watching DVDs on the couch. Steph fell asleep for another four hours, and we didn't make it to either of the two outings we were supposed to go to.
Don't see how RLC got second billing in Antitrust, as her four weeks of filming (as opposed to the three months for everyone else) really show. I had Steph nudging me whenever she came on screen. So much like when I saw Get Carter. Everyone just turned and looked at me.
Sunday, with no milk or cordial, I went shopping as soon as I got up. After breakfast, went over to my parents' place. As usual, I started sneezing, and my nose ran like a thing that runs. Very dusty... or I'm allergic to their dogs. Al came round to my house and we spent the afternoon finishing off the installation of my lights. They're all very cool. I also installed new handles for the kitchen drawers and cupboards, which are so much better than the old ones.
I'm tired and a bit depressed today. The recurring dream I have - where Steph and I meet Greg and Kim - popped up again. Fortunately I wasn't sleeping with Steph when I had it, because I find that to be REALLY depressing, and the sort of thing that just makes me want to run away and be alone. Speaking of Greg and Kim, I've got no idea what their story is at the moment. Greg seems not to be answering anyone's emails. Perhaps she broke up with him again, or perhaps he's just left his job, or perhaps she was finally honest with him (oh sure) and he wants to be alone with his pain. There are too many variables and too many unknowns, which is why this thing really bothers me to the degree it does.
Firday (which is like Friday, but far, far more impressive) saw me off to see Underworld at Crown. Why we choose Crown is generally beyond me as it's really expensive due to parking. Steph had a sore throat and was tired so she decided to skip it. I went round to her work to pick up some plastic shot glasses for Saturday night, and then was guided round the store, having things chosen for me for my house.
"I don't think I really want that. It's too expensive anyway."
"Oh well, I'll just buy it for you."
I think I should start worrying about her controlling influence. She wants me to get rid of my mugs because they don't match. And I thought I was neurotic.
And I can feel that this is going to be a long entry. I haven't even got into Friday night yet. I suspect this means that this entry will be lame. More a doing than a feeling entry. I'll try to stick in some of the other too, cut out some of the boring stuff (but only some), like my parking problems, or all the ironing I did.
*insert lengthy ironing story*
*insert parking problems*
I quite enjoyed Underworld. Other people didn't, but they had the whole mysticism of Vampires happening, and didn't like any changes to that myth. Afterwards, we were all manipulated (oh, we just "happened" to walk 45 minutes to Federation Square) into seeing some kinda gay (and I mean that literally) midsummer festival thing, with drag queens galore. I have asked whether gay guys considered them sexy, but apparently they're purely for humour value. I have no chance of becoming gay.
Spoke with Helen about her threesomes. Helen is a strange girl. Cute to boot, skinny as a whip, but very hard to get a hold on - personality-wise. She's bi, and apparently her only sex has been in a threesome with this other couple - her fuckbuddies. She's increasingly putting herself out there as a slut (her words) to get more sex, but seems at the same time to be telling people they can't have her. I'm entirely sure she'd go into a threesome with Steph and myself, but only for Steph, who she considers the sexiest girl alive. But there are a few problems with that. (1) Steph would certainly not be interested. She's the jealous and insecure type, and certainly wouldn't want me with another girl. (2) Girl-on-girl just doesn't do it for me and (3) While she is really cute, Helen's just not sexy as she is in no way interested in me. I need the emotional side too.
Saturday... hurt my knee at squash.
Saturday night, I had plans to drink alcohol - a rare occurance for me, so Steph drove. Her sore throat remained and she was tired. The night was good. Steph fell asleep on the couch. I didn't even drink enough to get over the limit. (And crap! I've forgotten to bring in my phone bill so I can pay it online. I ABSOLUTELY knew I'd forget. So why am I so suprised and angry with myself?) The worst (or best) of the evening happened after we left, with much debauchery etcetera etcetera etcetera. There are photos to prove it, and many hangovers for other people.
(this is getting far, far too long)
Sunday, after morning sex that I really am not sure Steph was that interested in, we went off to lunch on Acland St before coming back and watching DVDs on the couch. Steph fell asleep for another four hours, and we didn't make it to either of the two outings we were supposed to go to.
Don't see how RLC got second billing in Antitrust, as her four weeks of filming (as opposed to the three months for everyone else) really show. I had Steph nudging me whenever she came on screen. So much like when I saw Get Carter. Everyone just turned and looked at me.
Sunday, with no milk or cordial, I went shopping as soon as I got up. After breakfast, went over to my parents' place. As usual, I started sneezing, and my nose ran like a thing that runs. Very dusty... or I'm allergic to their dogs. Al came round to my house and we spent the afternoon finishing off the installation of my lights. They're all very cool. I also installed new handles for the kitchen drawers and cupboards, which are so much better than the old ones.
I'm tired and a bit depressed today. The recurring dream I have - where Steph and I meet Greg and Kim - popped up again. Fortunately I wasn't sleeping with Steph when I had it, because I find that to be REALLY depressing, and the sort of thing that just makes me want to run away and be alone. Speaking of Greg and Kim, I've got no idea what their story is at the moment. Greg seems not to be answering anyone's emails. Perhaps she broke up with him again, or perhaps he's just left his job, or perhaps she was finally honest with him (oh sure) and he wants to be alone with his pain. There are too many variables and too many unknowns, which is why this thing really bothers me to the degree it does.