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the boyfriend and i are tearing down all sorts of bridges. yeah, we're finally calling eachother boyfriend-girlfriend. i think it all started when i introduced nikki to shawn and she said something really tarty and out of character. she was wearing this hat that said 'naughty' on it, and she went on to point out that she was 'the naughty one'. later that night, shawn called and he was like, "your friend is rather interesting." and i of course retorted, "yeah, i wanted to tell the bitch to get the fuck off my boyfriend's crotch". and he laughed, he didnt even try to deny it. at his place, i cant reach anything. yeah, i'm THAT short. so he goes, "i need to get like a stool for you. and my friends will ask why i have a stool, and ill have to further explain that my midget girlfriend cant get a glass from the cupboard".
we're finally at most comfortable with each other, and we can sit and talk for hours. we spent our saturday playing scrabble, eating teriyaki chicken (THAT HE COOKED), and cuddling. i can never really remember what we talk about, all i know is that i didnt mind any minute of it, and that will be that.
this is random: i told shawn to be more affectionate, because its what i like. he explained relationship vs. time, as an x-y axis, and that we were a parabola as x^2 approaches infinity. since we only see eachother 3-4/7 days of the week time seems to be moving faster, but we are our own time unit. so it's not that shawn isnt being affectionate, he's on this parabola. if we were in highschool, the slope of this would be monstrous, and let me tell you it would probably inverse of some tangent function. so, when your boyfriend explains things in math, thats when you know theyre a fucking keeper.
a lot was said last night, and i think that its finally on the point where i'm not willing to divulge everything. like we're in this state where its just finally us, and i dont have to concern myself with every little detail (as he said i shouldnt; micro-managing, whatever.) or i dont have to tell my friends every little thing that we do.
it feels divine to have this right now.
ps. i have assless chaps and i'm going to be xtina for halloween. OH YES.
anyway, we went to this party at timmy's house on friday. actually, it was more like a social gathering. i really really like those a lot better than the wild out everyone is everywhere sort of party. i really fucking hate dealing with an ass amount of sleezy ass mother fuckers that show up to the crazy parties and try to honestly intoxicate you so they can further take advantage of you. timmy was being really accomodating, and i had 2 cups of extra special chai.
i watched SAVED! this weekend. holy shit, thats got to be one of the best movies ever. and i dont really say that often, but i honestly think thats amongst the likes of American Beauty. the movie opened up very well and it wasnt predictable at all. and that, just in itself was cool. i suggest that yes, go fucking watch it. yes, youll fucking learn something, and its also really funny.
sunday was a bust. i was recovering from saturday and friday of fucking staying up late, and not bothering to wake up later. i keep telling myself that im going to spend a weekend in bed and that NEVER happens. honestly, i shouldnt even try to fool myself.
its such a pain to drive to seattle to see shawn. but i dont mind. har-har. i wouldnt even drive my happy ass to renton before, and im willing to fight through traffic now. life has a fucking funny ass way of working itself out. yes.
oh yes.
we're finally at most comfortable with each other, and we can sit and talk for hours. we spent our saturday playing scrabble, eating teriyaki chicken (THAT HE COOKED), and cuddling. i can never really remember what we talk about, all i know is that i didnt mind any minute of it, and that will be that.
this is random: i told shawn to be more affectionate, because its what i like. he explained relationship vs. time, as an x-y axis, and that we were a parabola as x^2 approaches infinity. since we only see eachother 3-4/7 days of the week time seems to be moving faster, but we are our own time unit. so it's not that shawn isnt being affectionate, he's on this parabola. if we were in highschool, the slope of this would be monstrous, and let me tell you it would probably inverse of some tangent function. so, when your boyfriend explains things in math, thats when you know theyre a fucking keeper.
a lot was said last night, and i think that its finally on the point where i'm not willing to divulge everything. like we're in this state where its just finally us, and i dont have to concern myself with every little detail (as he said i shouldnt; micro-managing, whatever.) or i dont have to tell my friends every little thing that we do.
it feels divine to have this right now.
ps. i have assless chaps and i'm going to be xtina for halloween. OH YES.
anyway, we went to this party at timmy's house on friday. actually, it was more like a social gathering. i really really like those a lot better than the wild out everyone is everywhere sort of party. i really fucking hate dealing with an ass amount of sleezy ass mother fuckers that show up to the crazy parties and try to honestly intoxicate you so they can further take advantage of you. timmy was being really accomodating, and i had 2 cups of extra special chai.
i watched SAVED! this weekend. holy shit, thats got to be one of the best movies ever. and i dont really say that often, but i honestly think thats amongst the likes of American Beauty. the movie opened up very well and it wasnt predictable at all. and that, just in itself was cool. i suggest that yes, go fucking watch it. yes, youll fucking learn something, and its also really funny.
sunday was a bust. i was recovering from saturday and friday of fucking staying up late, and not bothering to wake up later. i keep telling myself that im going to spend a weekend in bed and that NEVER happens. honestly, i shouldnt even try to fool myself.
its such a pain to drive to seattle to see shawn. but i dont mind. har-har. i wouldnt even drive my happy ass to renton before, and im willing to fight through traffic now. life has a fucking funny ass way of working itself out. yes.
oh yes.