He finally showed me our cruise itinerary for December.  We're leaving from Barcelona and hitting up Nice,  Florence, Rome, Naples, Santorini, Athens, Coatia, and Venice.  And then I'll be living in France ( Read more... )

I woke up to a rather persistent buzzing sound. When I finally figured out that it was my door, I hobbled over and hit the intercom.

He surprised me.  :)  He's staying until after Thanksgiving, and then he is going to help me move.  Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and he's going to help me cook the turkey.  Ehehe.

I--am in Heaven.

I am moving again after Thanksgiving.  I'm terrified, but I am resolved.  I don't want to crucify Brody for problems I've had in the past, so I've decided to be more proactive.  I'm not leaving anything to chance, anymore, or enabling others to find excuses to take me for granted, forget about me, or cheat on me.  In fact, I'm about done with ( Read more... )

( Stop thinking, Bill. )

My mother loved him.  He introduced himself as my partner, before I could even get a word out, and after a few minutes of awkward it all turned out to be okay.  And she loved him.  And he was good with her.

I've invited him to Thanksgiving.  We're going to tell everybody.  I mean--everybody.  For better or worse.  Nic is anxious and still acting a ( Read more... )

There really was an outcome.  So, yeah.

( I woke up and had to tell SOMEONE. )

Oh man, this week has just been--great.  I can't believe it.  And a lot of it, I really think, has to do with me--and not really with what's been happening.  But what's been happening has been great, too.  A recap:

Sunday:  The Phillies and the Eagles actually--won.
Monday:  The most fucked up game in World Series history--resulting in a 49-hour ( Read more... )

If this were a real romance novel, I would've run after him.  I would've kissed him.  I would be on a plane right now heading to France instead of sitting alone in this fucking hotel room.  I wouldn't be planning a date with a man I've no interest in.

If this were a real romance novel, I wouldn't be confused.  I'd be impulsive and passionate and ( Read more... )

Nic: where are you?  I know you still read LJ at work, so don't pretend you are not reading this.  I am here and awake, finally, at the godawful appointed hour, and you are still not on the internet.  It is only 4:45AM here, so I will hold this against you.  I know you will be reading this.  Do not make me look at dA for the first time in several ( Read more... )

Apparently, Brazil is made for dancing.  Last night, I went dancing for the first time in--wow, way too long.  Jesus Christ, was it fun.  And let me tell you, Brazilians must have something in the DNA that gives them the undeniable ability to move.  Holy shit.

I was planning on hanging out at the beach today, though it's a little cloudy and only 70- ( Read more... )