Proximity and comfort.

In the past I'd dated men quite opposite from myself. I found it exhilarating to learn from a person I'd get so close to, who had views and interests so different than my own. Charley is a break from that pattern and I'm amazed at how wonderful it is.

One of the plusses to a boyfried who shares similar interests is that his friends also share interests. It's so refreshing to have a boyfriend who's friends I adore and could be friends with anyway. Hanging out with them is never awkward or uncomfortable, it's just fun.

Frank and Joel came down this weekend to go to Comic-Con. They both had fun at the convention and I had a lot of fun sharing their company. Joel had brought me a homemade apple pie. I was very pleased to learn about this side of him; the baker. The pie was great! I'll be enjoying it for the next couple of days. I doubt it will last longer than that.

Charley wanted me to wear my rubber cop shirt and camouflage (with the cutest black rubber accents, girlfriend *three snaps around the world and back* (yes, they're that gay, but also hot)) pants, so I obliged. Of course then I run into two people from work while I'm all dressed up in fetish wear at a not-so-fetish bar. It was amusing, but odd at the same time.

All in all, this was a very very good weekend. We'll be repeating it soon.

July 17, 2005 | 9:57 PM | Link | 4 comments

Why WalMart is good and I'm in a terrible mood

I tend not to shop at WalMart for the same reason many people are against the retail giant. I think they're evil. Last night, however, I found myself facing a dilemma: go even longer without trash compactor bags since so few places seem to carry them, or just run over to WalMart and pick some up. I mean, how could me giving them $7 really help their evil empire?

What I learned is that you can't go to WalMart and spend $7. The lure of their low prices is mesmerizing, hypnotizing, and all out mind controlling.

I bought two soft cushy pillows, many various food items, and many various junk food items, all while shouting maniacally about how I could not resist the prices. I was weak, and it was strong. The $2.37 Häagen-Dazs just tastes better than the > $5 stuff at the grocery store. Ooh, and the large can of wasabi peas is marvelous!

Even though I bought a ton of crap, my total came out to under $40 and I left the gigantic storefront singing the praises of WalMart in all its glory.

Then I woke up with a hang over.

Onto other issues: I think I'm on my man-period. I'm feeling all emotional, and I don't know why. Things are great right now, but I'm just really touchy. I'm not in the best of moods—by an stretch of the imagination—and I come into the office this morning to the sounds of U-fucking-2! Why are people still listening to that crap?! I mean, sure, keep it going a decade ago, but I've heard it all so much now I just want to strangle Bono and his do-good-because-I'm-god-and-you're-not attitude! What's worse is I don't even have a pair of headphones here to drown out the noise. At least if I did, I could listen to relaxing irritating music, like Enya.

I get it! I get it! She moves in mysterious ways and that's alright! Now shut up about it!

I'm going to drink a lot of water this morning.

July 11, 2005 | 8:49 AM | Link | 0 comments

Not without my chapstick

It's amazing the hell I am in when I misplace my chapstick. It's truly an addiction of the most wondrous sort.

Unexpected expenses: must they always pour down as they do? I've been in unexpected expense hell lately. The other night, I was fortunate enough to have parked my car in a lot where some freak went through slashing tires. So the next morning I had to buy a new tire, then take my car into the dealer to find out why the illusive "Service Engine Soon" light was on. My car cost me over a grand yesterday. Great. This is on top of other > 1K unexpected expenses that had just popped up a couple weeks prior.

Oh well. I'm getting it all sorted out. It just sucks because it means so much less for me to spend in the poor country known as Argentina. I can't wait.

I want to get my teeth lasered to be whitey white white.

I'm in love with Charley and it feels great! He is precisely the shock my system needed. Unbreak my heart, baby. Unbreak my heart, Braxton style! Shiiit...

So, for the next two months I'm not really allowed to spend any money. I think I'll wait until after travel season to buy a new car (or motorcycle). It just seems the smart thing to do, right?

July 8, 2005 | 9:40 AM | Link | 0 comments