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verbicideIt was, overall, a fairly quiet weekend. Sunday arrived with no plans other than dog sitting for Ellie and Jeff.
I realized, with a touch of horror, that with absolutely no plans, I'd be forced to clean my apartment. I started out with the bedroom, and was making slow, jello-encased moves toward the kitchen when I was saved by the bell. Err ring.
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jeff_nw!! He was bored out of his mind, too! We decided that it was too beautiful a day to spend indoors, so he came and picked me up and we ran around Discovery Park. Well first we went to Ellie's house to let the dogs out for a pee. Lucy, a darling German Shepard, fell madly in love with Jeff. She totally dissed me. Chaplin, the weenie dog, didn't give a toss about either of us. But Lucy? She was ENSLAVED. Seriously. She couldn't even bear to go pee because it would mean separating herself from Jeff for a minute. I can understand how she feels. The man is totally magnetic.
Hyperbole aside, Jeff's been an amazing source of comfort and reassurance in my struggles with dissatisfaction--with my life, with myself, etc. We talked about my moody post from the other day and he insists that I am not a loser. And that it's really okay to be this neurotic. Not everyone has to be Type A organized. We talked about finding balance and recognizing oneself as a complete person. I mean, not to be all new-agey about it. But that we all have strengths and weaknesses--and they are connected. I always feel better about myself after spending time with him.
Plus, the dude is totally callipygous. Rawr.
Also, he's informed me that I'm no longer allowed to tell you all how cuuuuuuute he is. (*whisper* though he totally, totally is! *coo*) . So um. I'll just share that he's also super manly. K? The cuteness should not distract from the fact that he could also cold-cock the Marlboro Man.
(Muhahahahaha!)
Oh fuckity. Yoga. *scampers off*
I realized, with a touch of horror, that with absolutely no plans, I'd be forced to clean my apartment. I started out with the bedroom, and was making slow, jello-encased moves toward the kitchen when I was saved by the bell. Err ring.
It was
jeff_nw!! He was bored out of his mind, too! We decided that it was too beautiful a day to spend indoors, so he came and picked me up and we ran around Discovery Park. Well first we went to Ellie's house to let the dogs out for a pee. Lucy, a darling German Shepard, fell madly in love with Jeff. She totally dissed me. Chaplin, the weenie dog, didn't give a toss about either of us. But Lucy? She was ENSLAVED. Seriously. She couldn't even bear to go pee because it would mean separating herself from Jeff for a minute. I can understand how she feels. The man is totally magnetic.Hyperbole aside, Jeff's been an amazing source of comfort and reassurance in my struggles with dissatisfaction--with my life, with myself, etc. We talked about my moody post from the other day and he insists that I am not a loser. And that it's really okay to be this neurotic. Not everyone has to be Type A organized. We talked about finding balance and recognizing oneself as a complete person. I mean, not to be all new-agey about it. But that we all have strengths and weaknesses--and they are connected. I always feel better about myself after spending time with him.
Plus, the dude is totally callipygous. Rawr.
Also, he's informed me that I'm no longer allowed to tell you all how cuuuuuuute he is. (*whisper* though he totally, totally is! *coo*) . So um. I'll just share that he's also super manly. K? The cuteness should not distract from the fact that he could also cold-cock the Marlboro Man.
(Muhahahahaha!)
Oh fuckity. Yoga. *scampers off*
