Mmmmmmm...minty!
sometimes I wonder if my ability to say the absolute right thing is only matched by my ability to say something so bizarre as it makes the other person's sanity run screaming away
10:56 PM 6/24/06 · With all the walking I do I usually spend most of Saturday, my first day off a week, unconcious with my feet off the ground. However I've got a lot of cleaning to do, which has been building up thanks to my hardly ever being home, and had hopes of getting to it. I was a bit distracted from doing this but I really can't think of a single reason to complain...
...excepting maybe that if I'd gotten to this a week earlier, and stuck with it, I wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.
Since I've met her, it's been next to impossible to get ahold of
Raven. Her voicemail is always full and I'm not a big fan of texting. That said, when she calls me I pay attention but it's always a big surprise to me when the phone's ringing and I see her name on the lil' screen. That's how my Saturday Noon kicked off and we chatted some after I stumbled outside in my robe; I've got the shittiest reception inside.
We'd had plans to hangout this weekend but she'd cancelled earlier in the week. As you might imagine, I was a little surprised when she offered to come over to pick something up. It was the pics I'd taken of her from BayCon, which weren't many as I took very few pics this past event, but I copied them to a disc for her use. Fact of the matter is that she has a fairly new laptop, don't know the type as yet, but she claims it's not equipped to handle a 3.5" disc.
What's the world coming to?
Plans were simple: she was going to bike down, I'd give her de pics, we'd rent a movie from the Blockbuster on the corner, hangout and watch it, and then she'd go home. My place being such a mess I wasn't willing to let her come in there so opted for the main house.
I never noticed there wasn't a DVD player in there before. Grabbed my mini and between my landlord and I we worked out how to hook it into the extremely complicated tangle of wires that is the main entertainment center in there. Perfect timing too as she had just arrived. We got lunch and then went a selecting you know where.
Long story short: rented Chicken Little which was better than I'd heard (can anybody not love that fish?). Amidst watching it we somehow managed to keep our clothes on and not do anything overtly sexual; roommates wandering around probably helped with that. Still, we did tease the living hell out of each other and I'm still all big with de permagrins so that's saying something I suppose.
I'm a little disturbed by how she reacted to my place...I let her peek. Been avoiding letting anyone to come over to my place because it's so bad that I won't even invite male friends over anymore. You know what she said? She said it's not that bad. I'm not sure why I'm not taking comfort in that.
Gameplan is to have it clean, or significantly cleaner, by next weekend whenRaven comes back to spend the night. Looking forward to that...though not so much the cleaning part.
10:21 PM 6/25/06 · Wanna know something really sad? While she was here we'd talked a bit about the Gay Pride Parade. I hadn't intended on going but she got psyched about the idea. The next day she gave me a call asking me if I wanted to go but I had to turn her down. Not just because of my lack of enthusiasm, only reason I went last year was because I'd been working that day and it was just outside the office, but I had an appointment with my new financial advisor Sunday. Unfortunately, she never made her appointment and if I'd known this was going to be the case I could've gone withRaven.
I'd been slighty interested in going before, even though hadn't planned on it, due to
Pixie's band Cuir·Bleu playing there. I'm not just a member of their mailing list but I'm also a friend of the band...I get the most personalized messages from them...
...sure that could just be a very clever program inserting me in them I realize but let me cling to a few of my illusions, okay?
10:56 PM 6/24/06 · With all the walking I do I usually spend most of Saturday, my first day off a week, unconcious with my feet off the ground. However I've got a lot of cleaning to do, which has been building up thanks to my hardly ever being home, and had hopes of getting to it. I was a bit distracted from doing this but I really can't think of a single reason to complain...
...excepting maybe that if I'd gotten to this a week earlier, and stuck with it, I wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.
Since I've met her, it's been next to impossible to get ahold of
We'd had plans to hangout this weekend but she'd cancelled earlier in the week. As you might imagine, I was a little surprised when she offered to come over to pick something up. It was the pics I'd taken of her from BayCon, which weren't many as I took very few pics this past event, but I copied them to a disc for her use. Fact of the matter is that she has a fairly new laptop, don't know the type as yet, but she claims it's not equipped to handle a 3.5" disc.
What's the world coming to?
Plans were simple: she was going to bike down, I'd give her de pics, we'd rent a movie from the Blockbuster on the corner, hangout and watch it, and then she'd go home. My place being such a mess I wasn't willing to let her come in there so opted for the main house.
I never noticed there wasn't a DVD player in there before. Grabbed my mini and between my landlord and I we worked out how to hook it into the extremely complicated tangle of wires that is the main entertainment center in there. Perfect timing too as she had just arrived. We got lunch and then went a selecting you know where.
Long story short: rented Chicken Little which was better than I'd heard (can anybody not love that fish?). Amidst watching it we somehow managed to keep our clothes on and not do anything overtly sexual; roommates wandering around probably helped with that. Still, we did tease the living hell out of each other and I'm still all big with de permagrins so that's saying something I suppose.
I'm a little disturbed by how she reacted to my place...I let her peek. Been avoiding letting anyone to come over to my place because it's so bad that I won't even invite male friends over anymore. You know what she said? She said it's not that bad. I'm not sure why I'm not taking comfort in that.
Gameplan is to have it clean, or significantly cleaner, by next weekend when
10:21 PM 6/25/06 · Wanna know something really sad? While she was here we'd talked a bit about the Gay Pride Parade. I hadn't intended on going but she got psyched about the idea. The next day she gave me a call asking me if I wanted to go but I had to turn her down. Not just because of my lack of enthusiasm, only reason I went last year was because I'd been working that day and it was just outside the office, but I had an appointment with my new financial advisor Sunday. Unfortunately, she never made her appointment and if I'd known this was going to be the case I could've gone with
I'd been slighty interested in going before, even though hadn't planned on it, due to
...sure that could just be a very clever program inserting me in them I realize but let me cling to a few of my illusions, okay?