I think I just like the sound of the keyboard tapping as I type...
Well, okay... what can I say? Last night was interesting... since I haven't been letting my girlfriend do any drugs she's been wikkid energetic.. she can't put her energy into all the negative things as I like to put it, so she's been going psycho.. she ran around the house last night cleaning EVERYTHING... and then she went and cooked an entire 3 course meal, and made a cake afterwards... It's odd, I'm used to being the one who cooks.. and I love cooking... but since I've been with her, I haven't cooked one meal, not even anything simple like eggs.. she makes everything.. She's really messy though, and I've been really obessive with cleaning... so the longer she takes downstairs cooking or whatever, the cleaner her room looks when she comes upstairs to visit.. I run around and make both of the beds.... pick up all the laundry and run it downstairs to the washer... pick up all the trash on our night stands... organize everything again and again until i think it looks just right, and then again if i feel the need, thankyou Ellissa for that one... you got me doing it now... and then I sit and scrapbook until dinner is ready.... okay I'm babbling about stupid crap... Well, I think Keri's mom is begining to love me.. As soon as I get into the house at night she calls me over and makes me sit with her and figure out the crossword puzzle for the day.. and she'll talk to me about my life, and all that crap.. last night we got into a conversation about how I was adopted, and how it all worked out... how I'm thankful that I was blessed with the Mom that I have instead of being raised by my birth mother.. because I'd be a mess today if that were to have happened.. I was telling her about how my Mom was in a coma... and how I almost lost her.. and she was telling me stories about Keri as a kid... it was funny... when Keri came in... I was looking down at the crossword puzzle, trying to figure out what an "Ivy League School" is.. and her mom was playing with my hair.. Keri just kind of looked at us and smiled.. and went back to cooking... Keri's dad was having a hard time, but I think he's starting to adapt and grow on me now too.. The thing is.. he's really sick, he has cancer and he's dying.. he's going to Chemo all the time.. and it's hard for him to accept the fact that his daughter is gay... she didn't bring any of her girlfriends around that much before... and I'm at the house everynight... And I've got piercings and all that shit.. and it kinda scares him a bit.. He never really talks to me.. in fact, the only time I heard him talk before is when he was cursing at Keri about the car accident we got into... but last night he walked by me and kinda poked me in the side, and then patted me on the head... it was like a right of passage for me... kind of an odd way of putting it... but if I think about it... that's how Heather first did it... we didn't talk... and she hated me... and then one day we were sitting there on the couch together, and she just leaned over and poked me.. and we've been friends ever since... So yeah... I'm still babbling about useless crap... lalala... I've been crocheting again lately.. I've made a scarf and little ice pack holder thingy... and now I'm working on a hat for winter.. yes Keri, I'm queer.. I know.. what else can I say? I'm bleeding, and I feel like shit.. I wanna curl up in a ball with lots of plugs and pain killers... and just sleep until I feel better... Not like any of you care to know about my rag.. but whatever... it goes along with all the rest of this pointless entry... I'm hopefully moving soon... I just have to call a few people and get things in order.. and then hopefully I'll be all set... I'm gonna close my eyes and not worry about ANYONE but me... and cross my fingers and hope that maybe the Gods will be on my side for once.. until then... life goes on... I wanna go swimming in the river where me and Lissa almost died... but it's kinda cold for that...