Brainfarts, among other things.
Advantages to living with and working in similar but separate fields with your boyfriend:
-See each other every day, regularly: lunch, dinner, morning, and evenings spent with them EVERY DAY =)
-Sleeping in the same place
-All-around goodness and comfiness
-Relate to each other's lives very easily
-Being able to rant about life and have him know what the hell I'm talking about
-Deep sense of connection
Disadvantages:
-I can't look perfect every day
-He is my only ride to Novato. When he works late, I work late. But not really, because he's actually working and I'm wasting time doing nothing.
That last reason is a situation that I am currently in the midst of. We should have been on our way home an hour ago, but as it is, the poor boy has to work until midnight and I'm stuck here. I mean, if I were home, I could do some good; light some scented candles, fix him a bowl of cereal or a piece of pie, and prepare to provide the ever-popular neck rub. But I can't.
it's the thought that counts, though.
Rehearsals are going well. All the shows are miraculously coming together, as shows have a tendency to do, but I'd never have dreamed it could have happened so quickly. I'm honored, excited, and EXHAUSTED to be a part of this company. Soon, however, we'll be in the midst of performances and my schedule will ease up. Here I come, noon wake-up call!
The night is warm but I can't do anything with it. And I shouldnt attempt a late-night run by myself to a food place that probably won't be open anyway.
Vagina update: Vagina wants to have sex, but vagina can't because the timing sucks. It's angry.
I again miss my friends. Especially my girlfriends. Soon, SOOOOOOON we can actually see each other. I need gossip, girly underwear, Sex and the City, and cocktails. And shoes. There aren't as many gay men here as I expected, which leaves me sadly deprived on the "best-of-both-worlds" front. There are some good girlie friends here, but they're nothing like my friends in San Francisco, or especially at home.
Long entry. Forgive me, I need to kill time.
Maybe I'll steal some licorice whips.
-See each other every day, regularly: lunch, dinner, morning, and evenings spent with them EVERY DAY =)
-Sleeping in the same place
-All-around goodness and comfiness
-Relate to each other's lives very easily
-Being able to rant about life and have him know what the hell I'm talking about
-Deep sense of connection
Disadvantages:
-I can't look perfect every day
-He is my only ride to Novato. When he works late, I work late. But not really, because he's actually working and I'm wasting time doing nothing.
That last reason is a situation that I am currently in the midst of. We should have been on our way home an hour ago, but as it is, the poor boy has to work until midnight and I'm stuck here. I mean, if I were home, I could do some good; light some scented candles, fix him a bowl of cereal or a piece of pie, and prepare to provide the ever-popular neck rub. But I can't.
it's the thought that counts, though.
Rehearsals are going well. All the shows are miraculously coming together, as shows have a tendency to do, but I'd never have dreamed it could have happened so quickly. I'm honored, excited, and EXHAUSTED to be a part of this company. Soon, however, we'll be in the midst of performances and my schedule will ease up. Here I come, noon wake-up call!
The night is warm but I can't do anything with it. And I shouldnt attempt a late-night run by myself to a food place that probably won't be open anyway.
Vagina update: Vagina wants to have sex, but vagina can't because the timing sucks. It's angry.
I again miss my friends. Especially my girlfriends. Soon, SOOOOOOON we can actually see each other. I need gossip, girly underwear, Sex and the City, and cocktails. And shoes. There aren't as many gay men here as I expected, which leaves me sadly deprived on the "best-of-both-worlds" front. There are some good girlie friends here, but they're nothing like my friends in San Francisco, or especially at home.
Long entry. Forgive me, I need to kill time.
Maybe I'll steal some licorice whips.