Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Okay, so I am back. Officially. Yesterday was crazy, but today has been a bit more low key. The only downfall is that the day FLEW by yesterday when I was so busy. Today crawls like a slug on the table of life.
hmmmm....
no.
Today crawls like my cock.
how's that for creepy?
Thank God it's Wednesday. This week is almost over. Thursdays are cake. I have a 3 day weekend coming up due to the fact that I had to be at that lame ass retreat on Monday. All we did was sit around, eat BAD Chinese food, and discuss "turning points" in our lives. Since I was not in the mood to divulge anything personal or for that matter, important, I decided to tell all of the new students that I was gay. I swear I saw a few jaws hit the floor. I mean...these poor students come in to talk about their Jewish experiences and I tell them that I like to touch other guy's penises. It was pretty LAME and pretty GREAT. Whatever. In any case I get the day off on Monday, so how can I complain?
Paul and I have been two peas in a pod this week. Sunday we made dinner and watched tv. Monday we made dinner and watched tv. Last night? Oh yeah, we made dinner and watched tv. I have seen more reality television than my stomach can handle. Also, I have been eating rather hoss-like again. Paul keeps asking me what diet I think I'm on and I always repsond with: "Can I have some more sour patch kids now?" This diet is going GREAT! I think I have lost....mmmmm.....NO POUNDS! Eh...whatever. I'm still hot.
On Thursday, Paul and I will have avoided sex for over 2 weeks. Considering that our 3-year anniversary kinda went down the tubes, I am thinking of celebrating this mini-anniversary. In fact, I spent at least one hour last night lecturing him on this topic. He absolutely agrees that we need to start making love more often. I don't know. I sense that he doesn't want to touch me anymore. Which is fine with me considering that I don't really want to touch him. Paul and I are becoming great FRIENDS. But when are we going to be boyfriends again? It's weird. I know I am still in love with him and I KNOW that he is still in love with me...but we have hit this plateau and we need to find a way to break out of it. I am tired of being the one to initiate the hook-up. And if I don't initiate it, it doesn't happen. Basically...we've got work to do.
But it's fun work! Naked fun work.
Paul has gotten a job! He started yesterday (orientation) and has shifts through the week. The place is beautiful. We are going to eat there on Saturday night. He actually asked me out on a date! I thought that was adorable, even though I know he only did it cuz he is supposed to go eat there at some point. Snore. I'm getting the most expensive thing on the menu. CAVIAR TOPPED WITH LOBSTER BISQUE! Sike. I'll probably get garlic bread and hash browns.
ooh. yum!
After we went out to meet his lame cousin, Paul and I spent the rest of the night with me watching tv and him next to me studying for his food and beverage quiz. He called us "Study Buddies" and I about shit myself. Cept that I wasn't studying. So...fuck study buddies. Luckily, his roommates Jen and Lisa have been MIA for awhile. Jen went back to Boston for the week. Supposedly she is coming back this weekend, but Paul says he thinks more like next week. FINE WIT ME! Lisa has been doing her own thing. She tried to eat dinner with us the other night, but my shitty attitude and lack of interest in anything she was saying made her leave. I was pretty pleased with myself.
GOD! Could I BE a bigger ASSHOLE?
Yeah. yeah I could.
I am becoming a VERY good cook. Last night I made a pasta casserole! I don't even know how to spell casserole, but I made it anyway! It was fucking tasty and Paul licked up his plate and then mine. I used 3 different types of cheese, two types of sauce, and seasonings seasonings seasonings! The entire apartment smelled fucking good! Paul sat on the couch studying while I spent an hour and a half preparing. He was very grateful and surprised as shit that I am getting as good as I am. I have decided that I like to cook. Never really thought about it in the past. But I think I have a slight knack for it. You know why? I have yet to cook anything that turns out to be nast. Once that happens, I don't think I will be tooting my lil' horn anymore.
fucking toot.
I get this pain in my chest now. It's not in my heart, it's closer to my left breast. Or my left pec. Depends on which gender I am trying to affiliate myself with on that given day. Today...woman. So my titty hurts. I think it's from cigarettes. Sometimes it just goes away and sometimes it stays and talks to me. Today it's talking at full volume. I want to chop it's head off. But essentially I would be chopping my tit off and that would just be hurtful. Emotionally as well as spiritually.
I'm a whack job today.
Last Friday night, Paul, Rita, and I ate chicken clubs and watched "Signs" together. It was my third viewing of this movie, but I still cried my eyes out like a pretty princess. I am very moved by this movie and will go so far as to say that it was one of, if not, THE best movies I saw all last year. There are scares, tears, laughs...everything a great movie should have. It's wonderful. Go out and rent it please. Think of me when they discover that there really isn't aliens and it's all a hoax.
sike.
but maybe not sike...........................
hahahahahaboof.
scuse me.
I made homemade french fries to go with our chicken clubs. It was just about the tastiest thing my fat belly has had in awhile. I HOUSED them. Then I HOUSED some more. Then I HOUSED my house. Stop it Joe. Stop being such a good cook. Did I mention I go through about a gallon of olive oil no matter WHAT I make? Yes, very healthy. Pasta boiled in olive oil is gooooood!
No wonder my chest hurts.
On Saturday night, Rita, Paul and I went to this club called Heaven. It was overpriced and sucked completely. While we were there, this guy, Kris, comes up to Paul and they seem to know eachother from Boston. Kris hung out with us the entire time and I was in full bitch mode. First of all, Kris thinks he's hot shit. I think Kris is FULL of shit. At one point, Kris (who is like 20 years old) goes to me: "You remind me so much of ME!"
I gagged on my vomit and then thought about what he said for a minute. I remind you of YOU?!?! But you are a cocky twink loser!!! Why do I remind you of YOU!?!?! As I saw him staring at himself in the mirror, adjusting his lame tie over and over (what is he? fucking Avril Lavigne???), I decided to put an end to him hanging out with us. I go: "Kris, I realize why I remind you of yourself. You are used to everyone in the club staring at you and so am I. Does it upset you that tonight they're only looking at me?" He gives me a dirrrrrrrrrty look and skanks his way over to the bar. While he was gone, Rita, Paul, and I decided to leave this so-called Heaven and go home.
Paul stayed at his place and Rita and I took the subway home. TOOK THE SUBWAY HOME! I don't think I have EVER taken the subway home after a night of drinking. It took forever, but Rita and I were wasted and played the whole way. Well, most of the way...we closed our eyes and laid our heads on eachother's shoulders for at least 15 minutes. I made the stupid mistake of buying a 6 pack of Amstel Light for $11. I opened one up in the subway station and chugged it on the way home. It was trashy and it was perfect . The night went very well. Kelly was home when we got there and she and I ended up staying up all night and talking. Rita passed out in the chair and Kelly and I waxed philosophic until about 4:30am. It was a very good night and despite Kris, the cocky motherfuck, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Okay...time for lunch!
We are having a party at 3pm today for Rita and our housekeeper, Angela. There will be cake and fruit and annoying conversations to be had by all! Surely looking forward to it.
But for now...
for now I shove my face with lots of greaseless food.
Did I say greaseless?
I meant...greasegrease.
hmmmm....
no.
Today crawls like my cock.
how's that for creepy?
Thank God it's Wednesday. This week is almost over. Thursdays are cake. I have a 3 day weekend coming up due to the fact that I had to be at that lame ass retreat on Monday. All we did was sit around, eat BAD Chinese food, and discuss "turning points" in our lives. Since I was not in the mood to divulge anything personal or for that matter, important, I decided to tell all of the new students that I was gay. I swear I saw a few jaws hit the floor. I mean...these poor students come in to talk about their Jewish experiences and I tell them that I like to touch other guy's penises. It was pretty LAME and pretty GREAT. Whatever. In any case I get the day off on Monday, so how can I complain?
Paul and I have been two peas in a pod this week. Sunday we made dinner and watched tv. Monday we made dinner and watched tv. Last night? Oh yeah, we made dinner and watched tv. I have seen more reality television than my stomach can handle. Also, I have been eating rather hoss-like again. Paul keeps asking me what diet I think I'm on and I always repsond with: "Can I have some more sour patch kids now?" This diet is going GREAT! I think I have lost....mmmmm.....NO POUNDS! Eh...whatever. I'm still hot.
On Thursday, Paul and I will have avoided sex for over 2 weeks. Considering that our 3-year anniversary kinda went down the tubes, I am thinking of celebrating this mini-anniversary. In fact, I spent at least one hour last night lecturing him on this topic. He absolutely agrees that we need to start making love more often. I don't know. I sense that he doesn't want to touch me anymore. Which is fine with me considering that I don't really want to touch him. Paul and I are becoming great FRIENDS. But when are we going to be boyfriends again? It's weird. I know I am still in love with him and I KNOW that he is still in love with me...but we have hit this plateau and we need to find a way to break out of it. I am tired of being the one to initiate the hook-up. And if I don't initiate it, it doesn't happen. Basically...we've got work to do.
But it's fun work! Naked fun work.
Paul has gotten a job! He started yesterday (orientation) and has shifts through the week. The place is beautiful. We are going to eat there on Saturday night. He actually asked me out on a date! I thought that was adorable, even though I know he only did it cuz he is supposed to go eat there at some point. Snore. I'm getting the most expensive thing on the menu. CAVIAR TOPPED WITH LOBSTER BISQUE! Sike. I'll probably get garlic bread and hash browns.
ooh. yum!
After we went out to meet his lame cousin, Paul and I spent the rest of the night with me watching tv and him next to me studying for his food and beverage quiz. He called us "Study Buddies" and I about shit myself. Cept that I wasn't studying. So...fuck study buddies. Luckily, his roommates Jen and Lisa have been MIA for awhile. Jen went back to Boston for the week. Supposedly she is coming back this weekend, but Paul says he thinks more like next week. FINE WIT ME! Lisa has been doing her own thing. She tried to eat dinner with us the other night, but my shitty attitude and lack of interest in anything she was saying made her leave. I was pretty pleased with myself.
GOD! Could I BE a bigger ASSHOLE?
Yeah. yeah I could.
I am becoming a VERY good cook. Last night I made a pasta casserole! I don't even know how to spell casserole, but I made it anyway! It was fucking tasty and Paul licked up his plate and then mine. I used 3 different types of cheese, two types of sauce, and seasonings seasonings seasonings! The entire apartment smelled fucking good! Paul sat on the couch studying while I spent an hour and a half preparing. He was very grateful and surprised as shit that I am getting as good as I am. I have decided that I like to cook. Never really thought about it in the past. But I think I have a slight knack for it. You know why? I have yet to cook anything that turns out to be nast. Once that happens, I don't think I will be tooting my lil' horn anymore.
fucking toot.
I get this pain in my chest now. It's not in my heart, it's closer to my left breast. Or my left pec. Depends on which gender I am trying to affiliate myself with on that given day. Today...woman. So my titty hurts. I think it's from cigarettes. Sometimes it just goes away and sometimes it stays and talks to me. Today it's talking at full volume. I want to chop it's head off. But essentially I would be chopping my tit off and that would just be hurtful. Emotionally as well as spiritually.
I'm a whack job today.
Last Friday night, Paul, Rita, and I ate chicken clubs and watched "Signs" together. It was my third viewing of this movie, but I still cried my eyes out like a pretty princess. I am very moved by this movie and will go so far as to say that it was one of, if not, THE best movies I saw all last year. There are scares, tears, laughs...everything a great movie should have. It's wonderful. Go out and rent it please. Think of me when they discover that there really isn't aliens and it's all a hoax.
sike.
but maybe not sike...........................
hahahahahaboof.
scuse me.
I made homemade french fries to go with our chicken clubs. It was just about the tastiest thing my fat belly has had in awhile. I HOUSED them. Then I HOUSED some more. Then I HOUSED my house. Stop it Joe. Stop being such a good cook. Did I mention I go through about a gallon of olive oil no matter WHAT I make? Yes, very healthy. Pasta boiled in olive oil is gooooood!
No wonder my chest hurts.
On Saturday night, Rita, Paul and I went to this club called Heaven. It was overpriced and sucked completely. While we were there, this guy, Kris, comes up to Paul and they seem to know eachother from Boston. Kris hung out with us the entire time and I was in full bitch mode. First of all, Kris thinks he's hot shit. I think Kris is FULL of shit. At one point, Kris (who is like 20 years old) goes to me: "You remind me so much of ME!"
I gagged on my vomit and then thought about what he said for a minute. I remind you of YOU?!?! But you are a cocky twink loser!!! Why do I remind you of YOU!?!?! As I saw him staring at himself in the mirror, adjusting his lame tie over and over (what is he? fucking Avril Lavigne???), I decided to put an end to him hanging out with us. I go: "Kris, I realize why I remind you of yourself. You are used to everyone in the club staring at you and so am I. Does it upset you that tonight they're only looking at me?" He gives me a dirrrrrrrrrty look and skanks his way over to the bar. While he was gone, Rita, Paul, and I decided to leave this so-called Heaven and go home.
Paul stayed at his place and Rita and I took the subway home. TOOK THE SUBWAY HOME! I don't think I have EVER taken the subway home after a night of drinking. It took forever, but Rita and I were wasted and played the whole way. Well, most of the way...we closed our eyes and laid our heads on eachother's shoulders for at least 15 minutes. I made the stupid mistake of buying a 6 pack of Amstel Light for $11. I opened one up in the subway station and chugged it on the way home. It was trashy and it was perfect . The night went very well. Kelly was home when we got there and she and I ended up staying up all night and talking. Rita passed out in the chair and Kelly and I waxed philosophic until about 4:30am. It was a very good night and despite Kris, the cocky motherfuck, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Okay...time for lunch!
We are having a party at 3pm today for Rita and our housekeeper, Angela. There will be cake and fruit and annoying conversations to be had by all! Surely looking forward to it.
But for now...
for now I shove my face with lots of greaseless food.
Did I say greaseless?
I meant...greasegrease.
