I so bad with the updates!
I turned 23. I had a very good birthday. James and I went to Todai and pigged-out. Then we hung out with the scoobies* and I got drunk-- so drunk infact that I thought it was a GREAT idea to walk home from the bar in the killer rabbit slippers that James got me as a present. I had to wash them a few times but they're mostly white again.
On the fourth I helped the boy fix his motorcycle. I scored major girlfriend points-- oh yeah, we're official now!
I took Thursday and Friday off and went to the Japanese Garden and ate dim som with James, and gallery-hopped and watched the new "Pirates" movie with the scoobies... I'm pooped.
James and Greg are planning on moving in together in a few months. I need to get my stuff together, but when I do I think I might join them. There are some nice places downtown that the three of us could happily afford. I'm talking to my boss tomorrow about a possible new position/shift/future transer to the downtown FedEx Kinko's. Right now I hope to get a new position, (read "more money"), but it would be great to work during the day, too. And if I'm moving in with the boys I'd like to work downtown, (read "shorter commute"). We'll see. I hope all goes my way.
I'm thinking of getting a swallow tattoo on my shoulder/collar bone. I was thinking of getting a bambi sort of scene put on my back, but that one is really involved and I should start with something simple. Opions are welcome.
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*I always call my group of friends the scoobies. Oh the pleasures of watching too much Buffy!**
** Yes, yes, I know the "scoobies" were Scooby-Doo's gang! But I don't watch Scooby-Doo; I watch Buffy, and Joss Whedon referenced the title several times on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So there, you wanna-blessed-bes!***
*** I hope you hardcore Whedon fans got that reference. If you didn't, google it.
I turned 23. I had a very good birthday. James and I went to Todai and pigged-out. Then we hung out with the scoobies* and I got drunk-- so drunk infact that I thought it was a GREAT idea to walk home from the bar in the killer rabbit slippers that James got me as a present. I had to wash them a few times but they're mostly white again.
On the fourth I helped the boy fix his motorcycle. I scored major girlfriend points-- oh yeah, we're official now!
I took Thursday and Friday off and went to the Japanese Garden and ate dim som with James, and gallery-hopped and watched the new "Pirates" movie with the scoobies... I'm pooped.
James and Greg are planning on moving in together in a few months. I need to get my stuff together, but when I do I think I might join them. There are some nice places downtown that the three of us could happily afford. I'm talking to my boss tomorrow about a possible new position/shift/future transer to the downtown FedEx Kinko's. Right now I hope to get a new position, (read "more money"), but it would be great to work during the day, too. And if I'm moving in with the boys I'd like to work downtown, (read "shorter commute"). We'll see. I hope all goes my way.
I'm thinking of getting a swallow tattoo on my shoulder/collar bone. I was thinking of getting a bambi sort of scene put on my back, but that one is really involved and I should start with something simple. Opions are welcome.
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*I always call my group of friends the scoobies. Oh the pleasures of watching too much Buffy!**
** Yes, yes, I know the "scoobies" were Scooby-Doo's gang! But I don't watch Scooby-Doo; I watch Buffy, and Joss Whedon referenced the title several times on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So there, you wanna-blessed-bes!***
*** I hope you hardcore Whedon fans got that reference. If you didn't, google it.
Good luck on KinkyFedEx!