so, first things first:
as of last night, i, buckykatt666, am officially off the market. any and all requests you may have for my companionship in a sexual/boyfriendly nature can be forwarded to whitesamurai where (i'm sure) they will be promptly denied.
understand, i do not undertake this act lightly. as the astute reader will realize, i have gone out of my way to turn down potential suitors in the last few months. barring a small number of minor crushes, i have been relatively uninspired in regards to being a boyfriend.
the young lady in question (my new girlfriend, henceforth to-be-called samurai) blew into my world out-of-nowhere a few weeks ago and just kicked my ass up and down the street. she is a beautiful little cuban girl with a magnificent warmth and friendliness to her. she puts me at ease from the moment she touches me.
i got to spend the majority of the last 72 hours with her in my arms. this afternoon, when she finally went home, i wanted her to stay. for 36 of those 72 hours we were trapped in my apartment with lindsay and the pants by BLIZZARD '05 (for those of you, not in-the-know boston got about three feet of snow in 12 hours this weekend). during this snowbound period, we amused ourselves by eating lots of food and watching television (i think i have tv poisoning... i caught a few seconds of something when i walked through the living room earlier and it made me ache everywhere and caused a slight tinge of nausea).
so, anyway, back to my point. last night, before we fell asleep, she asked me if i would like to be her boy.
i said yes.
it was only a matter of time. she had been looking at me with these eyes that gave all of her feelings away. i can only assume that i had the same eyes, because at one point, she asked something to the affect of: "will you always look at me like that?" or "will you get tired of looking at me like that?" i can't remember exactly.
of course, i have taken much relationship battle-damage in the last year and i may not be 100% prepared to enter into the covenant as such; but, i told all of this to her and she is quite content at moving slowly and gradually building trust, friendship, etc...
which is why i feel confident about all of this. as opposed to feeling convinced that its just a matter of days or weeks until it explodes in my face.
i talked to my little brother online for a bit tonight and he had a bit of an opinion on matters (stemming from his apparent fetishistic attraction to latina women), which caused me to laugh quite hard tonight, so i shall share these transcripts in a little something i like to call:
ULTIMATE RELATIONSHIP COMMENTARY
with kyle giarratano
Brand New Kyle: see you dont just have a girlfriend dude, you've got a Senorita
Bucky Katt 666: hahahahahhaha
Brand New Kyle: dude your living the american dream
Brand New Kyle: if you had bagged an asian chick, I think i'd end my own life
Brand New Kyle: but a hot latina girl is pretty damn close, they make porn websites about it you know
Bucky Katt 666: hahahha
Bucky Katt 666: alright, i am officially laughing out loud
Brand New Kyle: you're like a superhero, you should be an inspiration to the masses
Bucky Katt 666: okay, now i'm guffawing
Brand New Kyle: just show pictures of the girls you met because of dancing and/or suicide girls
Brand New Kyle: it only works so well cuz you're a total doofus
Brand New Kyle: that no guy would expect in this role
Brand New Kyle: you have no business being near hot latinas, professional businesswomen in their early-thirties, and hot 18 year olds in pigtails
Brand New Kyle: you're gonna break the fabric of society if you keep this up, do you think jordan of 1999 would be able to handle this?
Brand New Kyle: you've got to think of the world man
hahaha. he was on fire tonight. oh, before i forget, he has asked me to inform any and all suicide girls that he can be contacted via this aim screenname and that he is "hot as fuck and hung like a moose."
i will leave it to your common sense to decipher the relative truthfulness of his claims...
***
sunday i got to watch the eagles win the nfc championship game. this is something that i have waited close to 18 years to see. i am glad i got to watch the game. i look forward to being that lone dude at the superbowl party cheering vociferously against the patriots.
***
fenchurch's set finally went up and it looks AWESOME. really impressive. go look at it if you haven't seen it yet.
***
for those who care, D-Day came and went. i will find out in the next two or three days if i am getting the raise and promotion i asked for at work. if i do, then i will be spending the next year working 30 hours/week at the sign shop and working with all of the rest of my time on comics, publishing and artistic self-improvement.
i am dropping the scooter store. fuckit. i haven't hear from the client in almost two weeks. if he doesn't call here, i ain't calling him. i could care less about the website at this point. i haven't worked on it in one month and the freedom i am feeling without it on my back is staggering.
***
i spent today cleaning and putting together a mix cd for a mass mix cd swap i planned in the AGING PUNKS UNANIMOUS group on SG. as usual, i got carried away while designing the packaging and spent the last seven hours on it. it does, however, look really cool.
its so nice to do a small project from beginning to end. my brain gets burnt out sometimes on the shit that i attempt.
***
things i don't have the energy left to write about: my last week of writing business proposals, how much i enjoyed seeing samurai's dance group's performance, lindsay's inabality to handle anything kitchen-related and darryl continuing to be a twat...
i'll be catching up with y'all in the next day or three, its still a bit crazy-ass-busy on my front.
as of last night, i, buckykatt666, am officially off the market. any and all requests you may have for my companionship in a sexual/boyfriendly nature can be forwarded to whitesamurai where (i'm sure) they will be promptly denied.
understand, i do not undertake this act lightly. as the astute reader will realize, i have gone out of my way to turn down potential suitors in the last few months. barring a small number of minor crushes, i have been relatively uninspired in regards to being a boyfriend.
the young lady in question (my new girlfriend, henceforth to-be-called samurai) blew into my world out-of-nowhere a few weeks ago and just kicked my ass up and down the street. she is a beautiful little cuban girl with a magnificent warmth and friendliness to her. she puts me at ease from the moment she touches me.
i got to spend the majority of the last 72 hours with her in my arms. this afternoon, when she finally went home, i wanted her to stay. for 36 of those 72 hours we were trapped in my apartment with lindsay and the pants by BLIZZARD '05 (for those of you, not in-the-know boston got about three feet of snow in 12 hours this weekend). during this snowbound period, we amused ourselves by eating lots of food and watching television (i think i have tv poisoning... i caught a few seconds of something when i walked through the living room earlier and it made me ache everywhere and caused a slight tinge of nausea).
so, anyway, back to my point. last night, before we fell asleep, she asked me if i would like to be her boy.
i said yes.
it was only a matter of time. she had been looking at me with these eyes that gave all of her feelings away. i can only assume that i had the same eyes, because at one point, she asked something to the affect of: "will you always look at me like that?" or "will you get tired of looking at me like that?" i can't remember exactly.
of course, i have taken much relationship battle-damage in the last year and i may not be 100% prepared to enter into the covenant as such; but, i told all of this to her and she is quite content at moving slowly and gradually building trust, friendship, etc...
which is why i feel confident about all of this. as opposed to feeling convinced that its just a matter of days or weeks until it explodes in my face.
i talked to my little brother online for a bit tonight and he had a bit of an opinion on matters (stemming from his apparent fetishistic attraction to latina women), which caused me to laugh quite hard tonight, so i shall share these transcripts in a little something i like to call:
ULTIMATE RELATIONSHIP COMMENTARY
with kyle giarratano
Brand New Kyle: see you dont just have a girlfriend dude, you've got a Senorita
Bucky Katt 666: hahahahahhaha
Brand New Kyle: dude your living the american dream
Brand New Kyle: if you had bagged an asian chick, I think i'd end my own life
Brand New Kyle: but a hot latina girl is pretty damn close, they make porn websites about it you know
Bucky Katt 666: hahahha
Bucky Katt 666: alright, i am officially laughing out loud
Brand New Kyle: you're like a superhero, you should be an inspiration to the masses
Bucky Katt 666: okay, now i'm guffawing
Brand New Kyle: just show pictures of the girls you met because of dancing and/or suicide girls
Brand New Kyle: it only works so well cuz you're a total doofus
Brand New Kyle: that no guy would expect in this role
Brand New Kyle: you have no business being near hot latinas, professional businesswomen in their early-thirties, and hot 18 year olds in pigtails
Brand New Kyle: you're gonna break the fabric of society if you keep this up, do you think jordan of 1999 would be able to handle this?
Brand New Kyle: you've got to think of the world man
hahaha. he was on fire tonight. oh, before i forget, he has asked me to inform any and all suicide girls that he can be contacted via this aim screenname and that he is "hot as fuck and hung like a moose."
i will leave it to your common sense to decipher the relative truthfulness of his claims...
***
sunday i got to watch the eagles win the nfc championship game. this is something that i have waited close to 18 years to see. i am glad i got to watch the game. i look forward to being that lone dude at the superbowl party cheering vociferously against the patriots.
***
fenchurch's set finally went up and it looks AWESOME. really impressive. go look at it if you haven't seen it yet.
***
for those who care, D-Day came and went. i will find out in the next two or three days if i am getting the raise and promotion i asked for at work. if i do, then i will be spending the next year working 30 hours/week at the sign shop and working with all of the rest of my time on comics, publishing and artistic self-improvement.
i am dropping the scooter store. fuckit. i haven't hear from the client in almost two weeks. if he doesn't call here, i ain't calling him. i could care less about the website at this point. i haven't worked on it in one month and the freedom i am feeling without it on my back is staggering.
***
i spent today cleaning and putting together a mix cd for a mass mix cd swap i planned in the AGING PUNKS UNANIMOUS group on SG. as usual, i got carried away while designing the packaging and spent the last seven hours on it. it does, however, look really cool.
its so nice to do a small project from beginning to end. my brain gets burnt out sometimes on the shit that i attempt.
***
things i don't have the energy left to write about: my last week of writing business proposals, how much i enjoyed seeing samurai's dance group's performance, lindsay's inabality to handle anything kitchen-related and darryl continuing to be a twat...
i'll be catching up with y'all in the next day or three, its still a bit crazy-ass-busy on my front.
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See... I was pushing for Snow White, but my girlfriend was pushing for Cinderella. I have to admit, the Cinderella that day was SMOKING. But I always thought Snow White would be better in bed. I don't know why. Maybe it is the "dwarf" factor.
But I was going no where NEAR Sleeping Beauty. Woof.