liz

because i should probably get my thoughts out of my head for some good ol' objective analysis.

or maybe i should just write something about basketball.

well for now I will say this here so i don't say it in a text message to liz and get myself started in a stupid weather system of discontent and awkward emotional statements.

liz keeps saying she wants to be with me, see me, 'kiss me all over'... but you know, we just spent a whole weekend together. i skipped work one day to be with her, i cooked her dinner, and her roomate was gone the whole time... and not once did i receive kisses all over. hugely dissapointing, as I am sure you can imagine. a brief (granted, the blame for the duration lies entirely with me) sexing on friday was fantastic, and i thought would preface a whole weekend of fantastically dirty adventures, taking full advantage of the empty room. well, it didn't quite turn out that way - in fact, i believe i got maybe one or two kisses, not all over, but merely of the quick-on-the-mouth-but-i-don't-really-want-to-make-out-right-now variety. and while i hate to complain of these sorts of matters, as it is unbecoming and furthermore might overstate my horniness... seriously? not even a little fooling around after my lovingly prepared meal of ropa vieja, cuban stewed beef, with black beans and rice? it was delicous, even if I am a Retard, and in my patented forgetfulness made a beef dish when I knew that liz preferred chicken? I guess what I'm saying is that I feel like I'm getting played when you tell me not to go to New York next weekend because you want to see me, to "kiss me all over" (from here on to be referred to as KMAO'ing), and make me feel like a bad guy for leaving you....and yet when I make it a point to clear my weekend of pretty much all non-Liz activities and want to spend as much time with you as possible and you have an empty room for the only time this summer...and you won't even give me a good night kiss when you say you're going to bed after i make you dinner!

if you liked me so much you'd stop worrying about what your lame roomates thought.

ta-daaaa

work is so boring that it might actually provide the impetus for me to do some creative writing. failing that, i will post some ramblings in the typical 'blog' fashion.