Ok... last night was great.
Duke didn't get here until close to midnight, but that's ok. They had some customers come in late at the tattoo studio and well, who can blame them for staying open to make money, right? The bills don't pay themselves.
I was a bit upset by some things (nothing to do with him or anyone else, mind you) when he arrived, but that quickly passed. It's frightening, but also perfect that I can be upset, completely agro, whatever... and he can walk over, put his arms around me and kiss the back of my neck... and poof! Bad feelings gone. Rainbows appear. Unicorns, satyrs, and little gay men named Franco or Marcell frolic in the meadows. And the world makes sense again. Strange that such a self-proclaimed "cocky asshole" (and let me tell you, towards other people, he often is...), could turn my mood so easily.
We laid down and watched [well, not really] the movie Joe Dirt, which isn't quite as funny when you're completely distracted and ignoring the tele.
Later, it was time to eat dinner, since we're weird and sometimes eat dinner in the middle of the night. The power went out (from some drunk asswad taking out a power pole up the road) about the time that we sat down, so we had Spagetti-O's by oil lamp-light.
Offhanded note: When the power blinks off and the first noise that you hear is a switchblade flicking open.... Man, I just don't know what is wrong with me.... violent tendencies or something. I just about jumped his bones again.
But it was a nice night, nonetheless, and he left for work a little while ago, still yawning and looking cute and sweet as hell.
Blah. New topic before you people think the cattiness and blind hatred is just one facet of my personality... God forbid, right?
Anyhow, you have no idea of how much I am looking forward to kyshak and hatchetprincess coming up.
Methinks Melissa and I will have to run for coffee while Mark is getting tattooed. We have some dishing and scheming to do. He can handle being alone with the A.T.S. crew for that long... Well, maybe.
Duke didn't get here until close to midnight, but that's ok. They had some customers come in late at the tattoo studio and well, who can blame them for staying open to make money, right? The bills don't pay themselves.
I was a bit upset by some things (nothing to do with him or anyone else, mind you) when he arrived, but that quickly passed. It's frightening, but also perfect that I can be upset, completely agro, whatever... and he can walk over, put his arms around me and kiss the back of my neck... and poof! Bad feelings gone. Rainbows appear. Unicorns, satyrs, and little gay men named Franco or Marcell frolic in the meadows. And the world makes sense again. Strange that such a self-proclaimed "cocky asshole" (and let me tell you, towards other people, he often is...), could turn my mood so easily.
We laid down and watched [well, not really] the movie Joe Dirt, which isn't quite as funny when you're completely distracted and ignoring the tele.
Later, it was time to eat dinner, since we're weird and sometimes eat dinner in the middle of the night. The power went out (from some drunk asswad taking out a power pole up the road) about the time that we sat down, so we had Spagetti-O's by oil lamp-light.
Offhanded note: When the power blinks off and the first noise that you hear is a switchblade flicking open.... Man, I just don't know what is wrong with me.... violent tendencies or something. I just about jumped his bones again.
But it was a nice night, nonetheless, and he left for work a little while ago, still yawning and looking cute and sweet as hell.
Blah. New topic before you people think the cattiness and blind hatred is just one facet of my personality... God forbid, right?
Anyhow, you have no idea of how much I am looking forward to kyshak and hatchetprincess coming up.
Methinks Melissa and I will have to run for coffee while Mark is getting tattooed. We have some dishing and scheming to do. He can handle being alone with the A.T.S. crew for that long... Well, maybe.
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