indoctrination to bumhood
for now i shall call him Emmett. or should i call him Tonton,
ninja_assassin?
he had work today, for 24 hours. instead of taking advantage of the free saturday, i decided to sleep in, tidy up the already tidy apartment (his, not mine). and it's already 8 PM and my day is just starting.
he hates staying in, he says. he always wants to go out. it's depressing at home alone. "i'll teach you how great it is to stay in," i quip. a few weeks later, curled up under the comforter with cherry vanilla ice cream and DivX on the laptop, he says to me, "i'm getting lazy. you're breaking my habits," he notes with a smile. oh, yes, i remember. he doesn't eat in bed. he rarely sees his bed, even. he's always out.
the movie ends, with amy sedaris' comical grimacing coalescing into credits. i crawl over him, making sure my hips undulate in the process. i reach past him for the remote. "House, M.D is on. Lets watch."