And I know you sure as hell didn't give a flying fuck about me. Probably you didn't even notice I was gone. Not that I was gone very long, but still...
I didn't log in even once to check the boards. It's true.
God, I sure was busy. Busy, busy, busy.
Long drives, but fun ones! No music, just talking.
Microtel has now become a preferred place to spend the night. Boy, oh, boy! The things that happened in four different Microtel rooms! I should really give you a head's up and at least tell you which states those things happened in, so that you may avoid these Microtels and the stains on the carpets but I'm going to keep that a secret for now. It's more fun that way. Probably you should consider Super 8 instead. (But not that one Super 8 in St. George, South Carolina -- I fucked up that room, too. Also, the air conditioning didn't work very well so the stink of man-sweat surely still lingers.)
Packing, packing, packing. Not a single paper-cut from a cardboard box! I'm proud of that.
Donations to charity -- so much stuff I don't need anymore. I NEVER used the ice-crusher. Now, at least the homeless will be able to make slushies on hot days, provided they can find an A/C outlet, which might be tough considering they have no homes to begin with.
I had a brief meeting with Michael Jackson the day before he died. I had some medication he was looking for. Shhh! Don't tell anyone.
We sweated out at least ten pounds each but gained back twenty mostly because we ate an entire cake over two days and also sherbet and candy bars and... oh, my God! Los Toros Mexican Restaurant! Wow! We went back there twice and will be going again. You never had a burrito like this, I swear. The Greek place was a disappointment but the chef prepared us a special dish and it wasn't so bad, but it was far too healthy what with all that lean chicken and fluffy rice.
Nights were the best.
Snuggled on my sofa, surrounded by a wall of cardboard boxes and flickering candlelight (a risky combination, but you only live once), finally hearing those three little words and sharing them back with him.
We downloaded a shitload of porn but didn't really use it all that much. Still, it's good to have handy.
There was a rainbow after a huge thunderstorm.
Did you know that if you eat a watermelon candy AND a Lemon Head at the same time that your mouth will taste exactly like Fruit Loops when you kiss your boyfriend? Take my word for this, but I'd suggest trying it for yourselves, too.
A raccoon tried to break in but we stopped him. Brazen thing. Then this drunk chick also tried to come inside, turning the door knob at 3 AM.
I think having the cake decorated for him was a good idea. He cried a little when he read the quote, which is something special to us. He MIGHT have been crying for joy because I also ordered an extra container of lemon filling for him to slop on the cake. Probably a little of each.
I didn't log in even once to check the boards. It's true.
God, I sure was busy. Busy, busy, busy.
Long drives, but fun ones! No music, just talking.
Microtel has now become a preferred place to spend the night. Boy, oh, boy! The things that happened in four different Microtel rooms! I should really give you a head's up and at least tell you which states those things happened in, so that you may avoid these Microtels and the stains on the carpets but I'm going to keep that a secret for now. It's more fun that way. Probably you should consider Super 8 instead. (But not that one Super 8 in St. George, South Carolina -- I fucked up that room, too. Also, the air conditioning didn't work very well so the stink of man-sweat surely still lingers.)
Packing, packing, packing. Not a single paper-cut from a cardboard box! I'm proud of that.
Donations to charity -- so much stuff I don't need anymore. I NEVER used the ice-crusher. Now, at least the homeless will be able to make slushies on hot days, provided they can find an A/C outlet, which might be tough considering they have no homes to begin with.
I had a brief meeting with Michael Jackson the day before he died. I had some medication he was looking for. Shhh! Don't tell anyone.
We sweated out at least ten pounds each but gained back twenty mostly because we ate an entire cake over two days and also sherbet and candy bars and... oh, my God! Los Toros Mexican Restaurant! Wow! We went back there twice and will be going again. You never had a burrito like this, I swear. The Greek place was a disappointment but the chef prepared us a special dish and it wasn't so bad, but it was far too healthy what with all that lean chicken and fluffy rice.
Nights were the best.
Snuggled on my sofa, surrounded by a wall of cardboard boxes and flickering candlelight (a risky combination, but you only live once), finally hearing those three little words and sharing them back with him.
We downloaded a shitload of porn but didn't really use it all that much. Still, it's good to have handy.
There was a rainbow after a huge thunderstorm.
Did you know that if you eat a watermelon candy AND a Lemon Head at the same time that your mouth will taste exactly like Fruit Loops when you kiss your boyfriend? Take my word for this, but I'd suggest trying it for yourselves, too.
A raccoon tried to break in but we stopped him. Brazen thing. Then this drunk chick also tried to come inside, turning the door knob at 3 AM.
I think having the cake decorated for him was a good idea. He cried a little when he read the quote, which is something special to us. He MIGHT have been crying for joy because I also ordered an extra container of lemon filling for him to slop on the cake. Probably a little of each.
