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2004.09.14 00.21
The taste of an ulcer on its way out is a very comforting feeling. It's incredible how my tongue knows the inside of my mouth so well, that it can tell exactly which phase the ulcer is in. Please ignore my poor grammatic structure.
A few minutes ago after I knocked on the bathroom door and no one said anything from the other side, I opened it and my suitmate was standing in the other doorway waiting for me to come in so she could say "What the hell do you want?" I didn't really know what to say, but before I could say anything she let me know she was just kidding. I just mumbled something about having to go to the bathroom really bad. I didn't really like the whole exchange.
It's weird. Lately, my mom hasn't been emailing me at all. Usually she emails me almost every day. Hrm.
I cannot even begin to describe Kevin as of late. One day last week we were at his house (yes, His House teehee) doing some of his work when the doorbell rang. Since he was busy reading something, he asked if I would answer it, and of course I didn't mind. When I opened the door, a representative from Posey Peddlers was there with a delivery for Brittany Burton. I accepted vase and as I was walking back to Kevin I read the card: Thinking of you, Thanks for all your help lately. I love you, Kevin. By the time I got back to Kevin's chair, tears had welled up in my eyes and by the time his arms were around me, I was all out bawling. Just typing it now brings those same tears back to my eyes. Kevin noted that it was only the second or third time he'd seen me cry out of joy.. and I could tell he was pleased with it. I was more than pleased with the roses. We discussed later why one buys one's loved ones roses. He thinks it's really just to show that one is so in love with one's loved ones that one will do anything, including send expenseive flowers, to get that message across. Love makes you do crazy things, and spending money on that kind of thing is just sweet, not a bribe.
It seems like ever since then we've been in a different place. I can't remember even a small quarrel, although there are always little spats to go through. He has just smelled better than ever, felt better than ever, looked better than ever, laughed better than ever, tasted better than ever, etc. etc. etc. I just can't get enough of him.. I think this also has to do with the fact that he's very busy during the day, usually working from 6:30am to about 8pm at two jobs, so I don't feel like I see him as much. That and he has been the same way about me.. I love not taking a moment for granted with him. He just.. AH!
I have a presentation tomorrow about The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel. I think it will go okay.
I am so tired my eyes are watering and my nose is running. See you kids around
Mood: tired Music: simon and garfunkel-the sound of silence
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