Wind blows in with a bit of nip
Sitting here after school. Clean house, clean bed, Miles has a friend over. He is so unlike Miles it's interesting to watch him. I am selfish in that I can't wait for Miles to have Miles for my own again. To smell his hair, clean sweat and a familiarity. The kitten as a metaphor for how out of control Sams life is. We have this cat, a foster cat, his cat that he is unable to care for. Like his own life. Out of work again today. I think he is depressed, hates himself. I can't do much now that he's grown up besides be an ear and suggest things now and again. I have done nothing today, went to the store to get potatos for the jones I have. Still recovering from the bbq yesterday where most of the family members sat on their asses, Joanne, Mom and I oh and Jennie took care of business. EXCELLENT margaritas though. I didnt care for the shrimp. We spent all our money on this party. I know we'll learn to save. One day. Retirement and so forth. Geeze. Zilla is fucking insane, there is no nice way to say it. If I am not near her at all times she freaks right out.
Im so scared because it's going really well with Marc. We are hitting it off on different levels. I already feel myself playing my old tricks of not being content and fantasizing about movie stars.
It gets me nowhere so I need to curtail it. Marc is such a gentleman, so good that it eminates from him. He didn't paw me, he had his hand on my back and it delighted me. We hiked Saturday, I came home to take a nap and then I went over with movies. I would of loved to take a nap with him, lay down and feel him next to me. Ok he is not my type at all, he is nice and hasn't tried to get in my knickers. I smooched him on his lips and he said, "Woah!" or "Wow" or a mixture of both? It was nice. There was rain but I could barely hear it. We watched, "Quills" and "Nurse Betty" - he wrote me a very nice email this morning. He seems to want to see me this week. Shucks.
Did I mention the house is clean? Mainly I want dirt to make the side garden, I have all those wildflowers to plant and seeds for vegetables too. Sheesh.
Invited Carol on our trip to Silver Lake. She is good people. Marc and I were talking about Chicago and going together. Twould be nice. Again he is not my type, he is blonde, short and has a gut. But I like him for him and I didn't really like him in the beginning of the semester.