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01/02/2006 // 2:06 pm
new-fab quote of the day: working from home is fun.
i just found his cell phone charger hidden behind towels in the bathroom cupboard.
off to vork.
pile and piles of text books, oh my
01/02/2006 // 12:41 pm
since last friday, k3ith has been here... pretty much nonstop. he stuck through my second round of the flu. i thought he was just keeping me company while i was sick again. but then after work last night, he said he had to stay late. i asked him if he wanted anything from the convenience store across the street and he informed me that he was alright since we have lots of juice at home. emphasis on we, and home.
this morning he told me it'll be really cool when he brings a "work station" (corporate lingo) home from work tonight 'cause we'll be able to play need for speed - most wanted. i'd sorta questioned his omnipresence at work and at home in passing. then, i wasn't really freaked out when he started bringing/leaving/coming/going with his laptop. not a big deal. but a tower? with a monitor? that's not so portable. it means he'll have effectively moved in (now if only he'd bring more clean underwear).
i kinda like it. it kinda gives me anxiety. this is only a 750 sq ft apartment. there aren't that many places to hide the fact that i spend most days between 8 am and 2 pm doing absolutely nothing.
now his (extremely troubled) roommates are starting to freak out 'cause they know he's around, but he hasn't been home in over a week. they keep sending him e-mails telling him that they love him. come home, etc. but it looks like he's planning on staying here until i either kick him out (which if i were going to, i should have done by now), or he buys a house. and now there are four more people in this neighborhood i'm better off avoiding. i haven't even known him that long, but this is the second time i've been providing fostercare for him because of bad living arrangements. so is he really impossible to get along with, or are these people all as messed up as he makes them out to be? the general consensus at work is that he's an entirely different person around me than he is with the rest of the world. s'all good.
mattress mattres the bedroom depot
30/01/2006 // 11:24 am
k3ith wants to start reading this. i thought he had. self censorship is already at an all time high.
such a bad idea. if i'm confident enough to write, i do it pretty candidly. it can be harsh, and conveys about 2% of how i really feel. bad writing isn't happy to read, but it happens because badness is far more interesting than goodness.
we had a really good weekend. i think. i did, anyway.
worked friday night, as usual. started to watch 'a very long engagement' afterwards. didn't finish. i had school early saturday morning. it was nice leaving k3ith in bed. it's usually the other way around. he house shopped with his mom while i was in school. afterwards, we met for dinner and then went to see strippers. yay! sunday was cozy day. and that's that.
i'm getting a new bed for my birfday from the parental units. i'm debating taking the cash and getting a laptop instead. or taking a trip. i have a bed. it's big and comfy. but it *could* be better. k3ith had been talking about hawaii, hawaii, hawaii... but his aunt recently died and left his mom a bunch of money, so she wants to take him. no hawaii for me. in conclusion, i don't know how much cash i should be taking from my parents... i'm not sure what their financial state is right now. i'm sure it's purdy good, but i still need to play the role of the only ungreedy child. and maybe i don't really need a new bed. there might not be any sense in getting one right now if i'm going to be moving in not too long anyway. says k3ith. who keeps asking what i'm going to do when i land my stellar p.accounting job (connections rock). like what kind of house am i going to buy, where, etc. obviously, i'm going to live in his 14'*14' closet when he buys that $725K condo in bridgeland. if he opts for the suburban house, i see myself staying put for quite a bit longer. save up for a shmondo condo. when we were talking about mattresses, he mentioned his bed. which is nice. and new. but i've never slept on it... he always comes over here. 'cause i have enough balls to live alone (see, i'm mean). anyway. i just can't see myself leaving the downtown area. and i'm not sure how welcome i'm going to be hanging around his place, even if he does have his own house. i might be. it would suck to be so involved in the searching for the perfect home stage, only to be totally uninvolved in the staying in the perfect home stage. 'could be the reality.
highlights of the weekend:
saturday night, he said at different times that i looked slutty, like a stoner, and something else... can't remember what. oh, he saw a picture of me from april or may and said i used to look like someone he'd want to sleep with.
i love bringing moments like those up again. they don't bother me, but i know bringing them up repeatedly is grating on the nerves and makes him feel bad. bad, as in, stoopid.
i also like it when he says my name hezaar. it's cute. the end.
