"My baby likes to shoot pool. I like lying naked in my bed..."
The moral of the story is; I have the best boyfriend ever.
Or something to that degree.
On Wednesday, Jeremie and I went to Dragonforce and Chimaira, which was my concert-ticket-gifty-thing from Valentines day. Aside from the fact that I was dying from some horrible illness, the show was reasonably rock-awesome, though Dragonforce was a moderate disappointment. Well, I suppose I can't expect something so impossibly epic to sound as rad live as it does recorded. I still love the epic guitar solo battles, and the British accents, and the tight-panted-epic-metal-prancing across stage. And all the long womanly hair. And Herman Lee. Okay, so I guess I was awestruck, still, but it wasn't as fnatastic as I hoped. Chimaira owned though. And Killswitch Engage is... well, ew, Killswitch Engage.
Jeremie came home with me that night, and we curled up together and fell sound asleep.
Thursday morning I felt sick as a dog, and didn't even chance going to school. We stayed in bed a good chunk of the morning. We were very cuddly, and kiss-y and cute, and all that fun stuff, and when he had to go we just shared this really long look and said 'awww... somebody's smitten.' I think he meant it off handedly, and maybe as a joke, but when he kissed me again, I couldn't help but grab him and say very quietly 'mmm-hmm.' He had a fat smile on his face, so maybe he heard me. Later on, we met up again and he helped me find a bus route to my hair salon in Poco where I promptly chopped off all my hair.
On Friday I went to Jeremie's house after school, half-painted longboard under my arm, and was greeted with mucho kisses and cuddles. I was feeling really sick with the flu still, so we just took 'er easy and lazed around, went for a walk, the usual. We went to the park and Jeremie hoisted me elevator-style into a tree I was too short to climb. We sat and talked in the crisp air, looking around at the park and holding hands. I don't know why things are so much more pleasing to the human mind when you add a tree into the picture, but it was so much nicer than just a normal conversation. It wasn't a normal conversation. It was a conversation in a tree. Plus handholding. Which is sweet. So we went back inside, had sex, cuddled a bunch more, and went back to my house.
When we were back at my house Jeremie just lay his head on my chest, and said "I'm so happy I have you." And I did one of those "Ohmygodreally?" Kara-moments that I'm infamous for. Where someone thinks they're just saying something nice, and then I get way too overwhelmed for my own good and smile too much and make a big deal about it inside my head. That one warranted a fatty fucking hug, and a massive kiss. And. Uh. More sex. C'monnnn.... what better way to say thankee?
In the morning, I woke up to... uhm... sex. Wow. I guess that comes up pretty frequently. Hm. We ate some breakfast and chilled around a bit. I was gonna come with Jeremie to watch him and Axel jam for a bit, so I went to have a shower (and had another bit of Jeremie when I was all squeaky clean) but then my work called. Remind me to never answer the phone again. They called me in early, put me in one fucking bad mood, and ruined my morning. Work sucked, cause it's work, but afterwords, we went to Fuzzy's bithday party.
At 10:00pm, my bus pulls up at Harris road. Jeremie comes swerving through traffic on his longboard, bottle of Colt in his hand, clearly a touch tipsy. He stops beside me, gives me a fatty kiss, and we're on our way. When we get there, my night has been bad, and I need to make it better. I need booze. Mat hands me a pitcher, and tells me I can drink as much as I want, as long as I don't stop to take a breath. Not even knowing what I was drinking, I put the pitcher to my lips, chugging as much Canadian Club Whiskey as I can handle in one breath. Then everyone in the free universe was smoking weed, or drinking Jeiger, and people are very generous. The night turned out to be kickass. I walked in on Sam's bubble bath adventure, and she and I are conspiring to have a bubble bath at the next party we go to.
By about midnight, Jeremie and I stumbled to the bus drunkenly. We ate timbits with hot chocolate at Tim Horton's and with Jeremie holding my hand, I longboarded my drunk ass home. Now, I don't know whether to be offended by this, or laugh really hard, but I swear, somewhere in the drunkness, we were having sex, and then stopped. And fell asleep. Pretty much while we were still going at it. I woke up in the morning and Jeremie asked me if we had sex the night before, and I know that we did, but I know we didn't finish. The sad thing is, I don't know where to fill in the blanks. So I just take pleasure in making fun of Jeremie for passing out on me during sex, cause that's a lot worse than me always passing out before sex. Haha. Either way, it's cute.
I adore my boyfriend. He is a lovely piece of man. But, contrary to popular belief, I do see a whole shitload of other people in between my time that I spend with him. I have girly nights, and lovely outtings, and epic adventures, and downtowning days. I do lot's of things, but I do find time for my darling Jeremie as often as possible.
And dammit, JP - I don't care if you work till 3:30, and you jam at 7 or 8... I'm coming to see you on Tuesday, so fuck you. In a loving sort of way. <3
But. Yes. Things are getting all the more affectionate and painfully 'awww-cute', which is disgusting, but in a most wonderful, adorable way. But that word - you know the one - it starts with an "L" and ends with an "OVE"... It's danced on the tip of my tongue a couple times, but I'm not letting that little beastie out of it's cage. I'm not smart enough to actually contemplate my feelings and label them. And if that bomb is fired my way, I'll probably just go wide eyed and cry a bunch. It's been over a year, I don't want it to hit me now.
But in it's absence, I am at peace, and sososososo happy. <3
Said if you want to get with me
Girl this is what you'll find
But a man who's got the type of moves to make you lose your mind
You tell me that your love is true on each and every day
You tell me that you've got that type of lovin' here to stay
sweet honey
You see me laughin'
Cause it's kinda funny to me
The way she say she never give her lovin' for free
She say she got a man, why she lookn' at me
Yes she want a lover with the sensativity
But won't you tell me that your loves from the heart
Yes the type of lovin' that can tear a man apart
Girl you got to realize before it ever starts
Yes I am the man who wont come breakin' your heart