Scenes from recently
Post coital, last afternoon:
"...mmm. Now what?"
"Now, I am going to go play videogames. My work here is done. I have fulfilled my wifely duties."
"I'm going to put that up on my blog."
At the door, a few days ago:
"Here, some paperwork for you."
"...this is a plane thing?"
"Yes. It is a plane thing. We've started calling them 'flight itineraries,' now."
"...you're going to Atlanta?"
"Your name's on there, too, you know."
"We're going to Atlanta?"
"Wow," beat, "Have you been faking knowing how to read all this time?"
Pause.
"Oh! We're going to New Orleans? OH MY GOD WE'RE GOING TO NEW ORLEANS."
"Did you check the date?"
Pause.
"OH MY FUCK WE'RE GOING TO NEW ORLEANS FOR HALLOWEEN WEEKEND."
"You do realize I highlighted that for you? In highlighter?"
"Holy shiiit, New Orleans!"
"Holy shit, reading comprehension failure."
"NEW ORLEANS!"
Also post coital, last night:
"Is there a manic pixie dream boy analogue that's more--"
"Surly?"
"There. Surly hairy dream boy: I grump at you in a vaguely life affirm-y fashion."
--
IN RELATED NEWS, I'M GOING TO NEW ORLEANS FOR HALLOWEEN WEEKEND. It's only a lifelong dream!
ohmyfuck, what am I even going to do? Maybe someone with recognize my tattoo! Maybe we will meet the vampire Lestat! Maybe I will eat a beignet. One of those, at least. Probably.
Where should I even be looking for a hotel? Keysmash.
So yeah, yesterday. I totally got laid a lot; I was grand. I then had bowl of modified healthier (lower fat, protein powder added) version of this for dinner. I then had an awesome sprawling conversation with introductory.
GREAT SEX AND BOWLS OF BROWNIE BATTER FOR DINNER: THAT'S HOW WE ROLL HERE.
PS: NEW ORRRRLLLEEEEAAAANS.
PPS: We just spent like 15 minutes with him lying on the couch with his head in my lap while I made "eeee" sounds and pet his hair and he jokingly pretended to be a cat boy. And I realized, suddenly: we actually do this a lot.
My life is a kinkmeme fill. I don't even like catboys, except that I apparently really do.
Also, my actual cats have not stopped bitching because they haven't been fed dinner yet. Fuckers.
"...mmm. Now what?"
"Now, I am going to go play videogames. My work here is done. I have fulfilled my wifely duties."
"I'm going to put that up on my blog."
At the door, a few days ago:
"Here, some paperwork for you."
"...this is a plane thing?"
"Yes. It is a plane thing. We've started calling them 'flight itineraries,' now."
"...you're going to Atlanta?"
"Your name's on there, too, you know."
"We're going to Atlanta?"
"Wow," beat, "Have you been faking knowing how to read all this time?"
Pause.
"Oh! We're going to New Orleans? OH MY GOD WE'RE GOING TO NEW ORLEANS."
"Did you check the date?"
Pause.
"OH MY FUCK WE'RE GOING TO NEW ORLEANS FOR HALLOWEEN WEEKEND."
"You do realize I highlighted that for you? In highlighter?"
"Holy shiiit, New Orleans!"
"Holy shit, reading comprehension failure."
"NEW ORLEANS!"
Also post coital, last night:
"Is there a manic pixie dream boy analogue that's more--"
"Surly?"
"There. Surly hairy dream boy: I grump at you in a vaguely life affirm-y fashion."
--
IN RELATED NEWS, I'M GOING TO NEW ORLEANS FOR HALLOWEEN WEEKEND. It's only a lifelong dream!
ohmyfuck, what am I even going to do? Maybe someone with recognize my tattoo! Maybe we will meet the vampire Lestat! Maybe I will eat a beignet. One of those, at least. Probably.
Where should I even be looking for a hotel? Keysmash.
So yeah, yesterday. I totally got laid a lot; I was grand. I then had bowl of modified healthier (lower fat, protein powder added) version of this for dinner. I then had an awesome sprawling conversation with introductory.
GREAT SEX AND BOWLS OF BROWNIE BATTER FOR DINNER: THAT'S HOW WE ROLL HERE.
PS: NEW ORRRRLLLEEEEAAAANS.
PPS: We just spent like 15 minutes with him lying on the couch with his head in my lap while I made "eeee" sounds and pet his hair and he jokingly pretended to be a cat boy. And I realized, suddenly: we actually do this a lot.
My life is a kinkmeme fill. I don't even like catboys, except that I apparently really do.
Also, my actual cats have not stopped bitching because they haven't been fed dinner yet. Fuckers.