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For the last week or so the on again/off again boyfriend has been visiting. I think I just like saying the on/off thing, as I think to truly earn that title, you must be forever breaking and making up, and we don't. It's just that I frequently want to throttle 'im so in my head I'm saying, "If I were talking to you, which I am not, I would tell you that I am not talking to you until you stop it." Which doesn't exactly share the warm fuzzies, but I'm easily annoyed.
Anyway, visiting. Part of it was because of Cass's wedding, and partly because it's been FOREVER, and oh yeah, vacation. He showed and for a change, we didn't spend the first two days fighting. I say yay for us. A big chunk of that was pity on him being stuck in Raleigh for an extra day, and another part was the way Widge immediately accepted him. Sort of. I will, will, will detail things, even if it's just in my diary of DOOM. I will. [This is for my benefit, otherwise I might forget.] A week isn't quite long enough. I'm selfish and greedy and demand more. But surgery trumps whining. This time.
Highlights include my father coming around to liking him [gasp!], and my mother attempting to gauge whether he was aiming to shack up with moi. The kicker there is that no one asked me how I feel about living with someone. Eventually he asked if I would be interested and I dunno. It might be worth a shot, but it's hard to gauge how well that would work considering how little time we've ever actually managed to spend together. But right now there's no point in stressing too much since hello, he lives many, many miles away.
I have blisters on my feet in numerous places. Fucking shoes and walks I wasn't aware of beforehand...
During his stay, I caught up on last season's Supernatural, which I think he enjoyed a lot more than he expected, considering the number of times he cracked up at things that were intentionally funny. [He might even understand the Dean love.] In exchange, I was ever so lucky to see Borat [I laughed, but I do not and will never understand the cult. o_O] and 300, which I think I'd have liked a lot more if I hadn't been so sleepy. As it was, I had to down caffeiene and move around a little more than I would have liked and still found myself blinking a little too much for a little too long. Oops.
Now I'm off to play the "what did he leave behind" game. Apparently he's sure he left his Rowan Atkinson DVD, but other than that, who knows? We shall find out...
Okay, and I'll sleep. Mmmm. Sleep.
Anyway, visiting. Part of it was because of Cass's wedding, and partly because it's been FOREVER, and oh yeah, vacation. He showed and for a change, we didn't spend the first two days fighting. I say yay for us. A big chunk of that was pity on him being stuck in Raleigh for an extra day, and another part was the way Widge immediately accepted him. Sort of. I will, will, will detail things, even if it's just in my diary of DOOM. I will. [This is for my benefit, otherwise I might forget.] A week isn't quite long enough. I'm selfish and greedy and demand more. But surgery trumps whining. This time.
Highlights include my father coming around to liking him [gasp!], and my mother attempting to gauge whether he was aiming to shack up with moi. The kicker there is that no one asked me how I feel about living with someone. Eventually he asked if I would be interested and I dunno. It might be worth a shot, but it's hard to gauge how well that would work considering how little time we've ever actually managed to spend together. But right now there's no point in stressing too much since hello, he lives many, many miles away.
I have blisters on my feet in numerous places. Fucking shoes and walks I wasn't aware of beforehand...
During his stay, I caught up on last season's Supernatural, which I think he enjoyed a lot more than he expected, considering the number of times he cracked up at things that were intentionally funny. [He might even understand the Dean love.] In exchange, I was ever so lucky to see Borat [I laughed, but I do not and will never understand the cult. o_O] and 300, which I think I'd have liked a lot more if I hadn't been so sleepy. As it was, I had to down caffeiene and move around a little more than I would have liked and still found myself blinking a little too much for a little too long. Oops.
Now I'm off to play the "what did he leave behind" game. Apparently he's sure he left his Rowan Atkinson DVD, but other than that, who knows? We shall find out...
Okay, and I'll sleep. Mmmm. Sleep.
