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2008 10 May :: 11.54 pm
:: Mood: quiet
One penis comin' up, mom!
I had a headache all day. And then it just hit me right now that it's gone. I guess that's what a good meal and good sex does. My partner is making us tea right now. I want to take pictures of him, but he always gets mad when he hears that shutter. Anyway, back to the tea... it's a good thing because my throat has been hurting. I'm almost out of smokes and I think this should be my last pack for another few weeks.
He just handed me a cold glass and I thought it was lemonade. It's iced green tea. Wow. It's pretty damn good. My babe is damn good in the kitchen... as well with other things. ;o)
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2008 9 May :: 1.02 pm
:: Mood: full
:: Music: death shitting from his speakers
And besides, the dead won't bother you. It's the living you gotta worry about.
The Frito aftermath madness finally ended with the help of tequila and beer.
I woke up to my partner hovering a plate over my head, saying "wake up". He made me the most elaborate amazing breakfast in bed... and I didn't feel like I needed to thank him for it. In fact, I know I deserved it. He was quite the asshole last night. But I said thank you anyway because... it had spam. And he gave me extra bacon.
Two eggs cooked over easy on top of two pieces of cooked spam. Two pieces of toast, buttered and covered in strawberry jelly, and a shit load of bacon. Also, a cup of orange juice. I think a man deserves a thank you after that, even if he was an asshole. I'm an asshole too, you know. So, it works out.
My throat is killing me but I'm gonna go suck on my cigarettes anyway.
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2008 8 May :: 10.52 pm
:: Mood: full
:: Music: Knights of the Old Republic II
Are you a Jedi?
I realize that after a day of eating Fritos and staring at the computer screen, the night feels strange. I feel like I've over slept. I would have gotten just as much accomplished today if I had. Who cares? I made it through another semester and I can be a lazy fat ass all I want.
If my partner and I ever separate, I've decided that a prerequisite for any potential partner would be no farting in my bed.
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