I’m up too late. It’s cold in this house. It’s almost Christmas. I go on vacation in less than a week. Roadtrip, whee! The fella is almost done with his finals, and I think I’m more excited about that than he is. I want to get in a car with him and just drive and drive and see where we land. We’re doing the next best thing, I suppose, by getting in a car and…
Boyfriend: [leaving the study-oasis couch stacked with books and index cards and hot-pink page tabs and legal paper to come into the office where girlfriend is on computer] I’m going to draw a pink heart on you. [takes back of girlfriend’s hand and draws small heart with highlighter] Girlfriend: Okay. [waits as boyfriend fills in the outline of the heart] Ha! [flips hand over] It looks like balls! [flips hand] Heart! [flips hand] Balls! Hahaha!…
I spent the ENTIRE day in pajamas, playing the Sims 3. I did this in solidarity with the bf, who, because he’s anticipating his first final of the semester tomorrow, spent the ENTIRE day cramming. In pajamas. He took some breaks from studying to come check on me and laugh at my virtual versions of us as we danced awkwardly, argued with strangers unprovoked, and were unable to get it on anywhere except the bed.…
Things the bf and I may have yelled at the TV while watching the Colts-Eagles game when Austin Collie got smacked around a bit and the officials called unnecessary roughness and Collie laid pretty still there for a several minutes: “Get that vegetable off the field!” “Yeah, this isn’t a farm!” I am only posting this because Collie turned out to be merely concussed or some such and also because I have no shame.
Sorry for the crappy cellphone pictures, but they don’t let you cart a big camera just anywhere in our fair city, you know. Upon the suggestion of my friend Ashley, we went to see Wicked at The Orpheum on Sunday. I’m sort of inexperienced when it comes to real live musicals (I saw Cats and A Doll’s House at TPAC, I think?, while in middle and high school) and — short of Tim Burton movies…
Sometimes it’s 11 p.m. and the boy you’re smitten with emerges from the office, where he’s been studying, and says, “Want to go for a drive?” because he’s got to run some fancy magic juice through his gas tank so he can pass his emissions test in the morning. And that is how you will find yourself going east, east, east, and telling him to drive you past your very first Memphis apartment, which gives…
Things the BFKM suggested we do today: 1. Murder [name redacted] and [name redacted] and then run away to Mexico. 2. Burn a bunch of Bibles to taunt that preacher in Florida. 3. Fill up a kiddie pool with baby oil and wrestle naked.
A play [The Boyfriend Formerly Known as Manfred* enters room] Me, to BFKM while stroking Jack, who had come to sit next to me while BFKM was out of the room: We’re in love. BFKM: [Shocked face] Me: Mmm hmm. We’re getting married. Show him the ring you got me, kitty. [Whispers] It’s a milk top ring! BFKM: Well, fine. That’s okay because I have been having a torrid affair with Miss Kitty. Me: [Shocked…
1. Both take their coffee black with an ice cube. 2. She spent some time in Alamogordo, New Mexico, while my grandfather was stationed at Holloman back in the ’50s; he was born in Alamogordo back in the ’70s. 3. She scolds me if my hair gets in my eyes or if my sleeve hems cover my hands; he scolds me when I chew my cuticles. Okay, so maybe it’s a stretch. But I’m noting…
Manfred, via text message: You’re all I think about unless I have to pee. Then I think about that.
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