I need to start recording things. or at least things that are said. I'm debating whether to go back and remember the past three days and all the nonsensical wonderful ambrosia shared or just move forth with what's going on. either way, an idea that needs to be put into action.
why not catch- up.
Day 1: move in. looking great. scary to smooth in 2 hours flat. whiskey. talk. bar. talk. whiskey. talk. sensual guitar and singing. 4am. macaroni eaten with measuring cups. bathroom time. the piercing of an infected nose bubble. cigarette run. sweet bedtime talk. 5am. good. night.
Day 2: snow. awake. crawl into man's bed. day of thrifting, lunch, insane man grocoery shopping, funnies all day. new books. silverware finds. man works. lady reads and naps. night number 2 of drinking. talk. home. talk. reads and reads. talk. wine and guitar. man tisdale drunk. I laugh. bathroom time. talk. joint toothbrushing. joint hairbrushing. joint laughing. bedtime talk. good. night.
Day 3: so much snow. so cold. still so cold. heat up, but still so cold. must find good slippers. crawl into man's bed. work. man works. dinner with girls. naps. drinks with our first hosting get-together. too much politic talk. bar. old apartment partying. julia confides and cries. 24 hour taxi. home. beer. soup making for 3 hours. celery, mushroom, onion, apple. bust. 4am cigarette run. bathroom time. joint slumber readying. bedtime talk. good. night.
pretty great. much better than expected. we'll see what happens. in the meantime I'm going to continue enjoying a relationship of happiness. and buy more things for the house. life, I'm better than ok.
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