18 posts tagged “apartment”

3 years ago today* I arrived for the first time ever in Portland, Oregon.

I still remember that day sooo well.  Fuck I was scared.

Chris and I got off the train, got a cab to take us to our apartment.  What a shit-hole that was.  Though I didn't realize it until right before we moved out.  Then we showered and headed out to explore the city.  I remember bits of that, what I remember the most was when we got to Pioneer Square.  It was during rush hour and the sidewalks for the max were crammed with people.  I remember thinking I would never be able to function here alone.  Now, three years later, it's become my home of choice.  I didn't have to come back to Portland, I WANTED to come back here.  I've met a great boy whom though I thought things would never pass the point of fuck buddy/pseudo boyfriend, they have and I couldn't be happier.

There are some aspects of my life that I would like to change but over all I'm really happy with the way things are and I kind of feel like I owe Chris a "Thank You" for it.  Without him I don't think I would have ever left Maine.  If he and I never started dating I seriously think I'd still be in Maine, probably barefoot, pregnant and miserable beyond belief. 
I never would have gone to Hawaii, I never would have seen Portland, I never would have driven cross country (alone).  I never would have met the Terrorist, I never would have developed the improved (not yet perfect but definitely improved) sense of self that I have.  It's kind of crazy how one thing can, with enough time, totally effect your whole life.

I miss Chris.  I've been thinking about him a lot lately, not really sure why, but he's been on my mind.  It could be because this whole Portland-versary thing has been coming up, or it just could be because I haven't talked to him (REALLY talked to him) in months.  I'm not really sure what's going on in his life but I know things have been better (at least that's what I gathered the last time we chatted) so I can understand if he's not wanting to talk to people.  But that doesn't mean I don't miss him. 

I don't really know where I'm going with this.  I'm just rambling stuff that's been swimming around my head for the past few days.  Hopefully now it's out it'll stop swimming around my brain. 

* I think it was on the 3rd but I cant really remember... I know it was right around the 3rd.

I got ditched. 
I'm doing my damnedest to not get butt hurt over it.

Lesley and I had plans for pho today.  To catch up, discuss apartment issues and actually talk because we haven't really seen each other since she got back from Singapore.
She's too busy moving everything today and organizing shit and doing all that crap that comes with moving.  She requested a postponement until tomorrow.  It's not that I can't do it tomorrow, I could, I just don't want to.  I kind of hold Sundays sacred.  They're my day to do my thing, whether that's lay in bed all day, laundry, stoned blogging... whatever.  So we rescheduled to Wednesday. 

Today would have been best.  It's the day we've had planned for a week.

Get over it, Megan.

Got a text from the Terrorist last night at around 1230a.  He was asking if I wanted to stop by to watch Obama's speech.  Now, if it was anyone other than him, I'd think it was the "Wanna come watch a movie" line and everyone knows that there is no actual movie WATCHING when someone agrees to that.  Well, maybe a the first 5-10 minutes but that's it.  Because this is the Terrorist, I knew he actually meant WATCH the speech.  So, I went over.  Not so much for the speech as to hang out with the T and get some cuddle time in.  The speech was very good.  Gave me goose bumps on many occasions.  Awesome.

God, I'm cranky.
 
Disclaimer:  Bowl smoke-age to commence now.  I need to get out of this cranky ass mood.  Not sure if the reefer will help but it sure as fuck can't hurt.  I really don't know why I'm disclaiming anything... but I figure it's fun.  Hehe.  Yes, I admit it, my name is Megan and I like using useless disclaimers on my blog!  (Hi Megan!)

I'm kind of over the Jamiroquai thing.  Though I might have to rewind it to Love Foolosophy one more time.

I got a text from a friend of mine (Blondie) I used to work with at Capers.  I haven't seen her since I've been back in town though we keep making tentative plans and on or both of us flake out.  Her 27th birthday was on Thursday and she wanted me to stop in and have drinks with her and her 8 gajillion friends.  It was being held at this bar in the Pearl District, which is a pretty area and I tend to enjoy walking around there but I can't handle the posh-ness that all the business's posses.  Which Is why I just walk around and never enter any of them.  I drove by the bar it was at... The District and had to force myself to not turn around and run screaming.  I sucked it up, went in, got an $8 Monopalova and cran and proceeded to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.* 
I've learned over the years that I don't fit in with the "pretty people" of the world.  I tried for a long time and it just made me feel horrible about myself.  I'm not sure why because I really have nothing in-common with the types that frequent these type of places.  I give a shit about things other than how my blond highlights came out on my blond hair or which of the guys I'm seeing has the highest net worth and that's how I'll pick who I'm going to start getting serious with. 
I feel like it should be stated that I love Blondie.  I've had a shit ton of fun with her, she introduced me to pho and day drinking and strippers.  Okay so she didn't really introduce me to strippers but day drinking & strippers were something we always did together.  She is very much a pretty girl.  Not just because she's beautiful but I guess the term "every-girl" should be used here.  The terrorist has been trying to explain to me what exactly an every-girl is and I think I finally grasped the concept.  Thanks to Blondie.  Granted, I think she's an extreme case of the every-girl but she IS an every-girl. 
The awkward standing got moved outside to awkward sitting.  Blondie and I actually got a few seconds to talk in which she told me about how the guy she's seeing organized the shin dig for her along with taking her out to get her Nails & Hair did, taking her shopping and getting her some ridiculously over priced designer dress for the night with matching shoes.  It was a seriously deep discussion. 
She finished her cigarette and went inside with a group of friends that showed up.  I stayed outside, smoking and trying to find a graceful way to get the fuck out of there.  That's when Ireland started talking to me.  Ireland is this middle age-ish red haired, red faced dude.  I actually think he might have been younger than middle age but I'm pretty sure due to years of excessive drinking he's getting older (and redder) than his years.  He was a friend of Blondie's, we chatted for half a minute then his conversation continued with my tits.  Now, I know I have a great rack but how can anyone think that tit talking is acceptable?!?!   There are very very very few acceptations to this rule.  Guys... Tit talking is not cool.  Don't do it!!!  This was the final straw for me.  I decided I wasn't going to worry about being tactful.  I put half of my $8 drink down, went and gave Blondie a hug and told her I was peacin' out. 

I was on my way to the Terrorists and I decided to stop for a fountain coke.  Somehow I locked myself out of my car (probably because I was half stoned and talking to Nathan on the phone).  I hadn't replaced my key under my plate since the last time I got locked out.  So I was more or less fucked.  Luckily I was 2 blocks from the Terrorists house so I walked up there, got a coat hanger, and figured I'd try to jimmy the lock.  I've tried this a few times and have never been able to get it.  This time, was different.  I GOT IT!!   I was very proud of myself.
When I got back to the Terrorist's house he made me put my key back on my plate.  Now I know that if I get locked out again (haha, if, who the fuck am I kidding... WHEN I get locked out again) I will have two methods to get back in my car.  Very exciting.
But not as exciting as stair sex.
Like that little segue? 
Oh yeah, I got boned on the stairs!  I'm pretty sure at least one of his neighbors had to have seen my ass but that's okay.  It was some good sexin'. 
Complete with bite marks on the back of my hand from an attempt to keep myself quite. 
Classy.

Reefer and blogging about snotty bitches really did make me feel better.
Yay.  Fuck, I should go get ready for work. 
I don't want to go to work. 
I need to find another job.

*I would have pasted myself against a wall but there was no wall space anywhere near the party and though I seriously contemplated it I figured standing half way across the room by myself would probably just make me seem even more socially awkward.

Dinner went well. 
Little T and I made Shepard's Pie. 
I have never seen a kid eat so much freakin' food.  Then, first thing this morning after I got here he comes out and asks me if there is any more and can he have it for lunch.  (Actually he wanted just a "little, little, tiny piece" for breakfast too.)  I think he liked it.

I sort of made my "semi-reasonable" bed time.  After the kid went to be the T and I were discussing all the things we can't discuss in front of him.  At some point we got on the topic of how the apartment is going to be set up.  He started throwing out suggestions but because I'm such a visual person I have a hard time imagining things without seeing them.  His response to this...  "I have something to help with that"  or something like that.  He jumped up went to the computer, I sat on the couch wondering what the hell he was doing for a few minutes then more or less passed out until I woke up to him playing with my feet. 
What was he doing?
Making a layout of my apartment via the Sims.
Hilarious!
After I got over my amusement at the situation I realize it was actually a pretty good idea.  We didn't really decide anything except that the cable comes in the living room in a really awful spot.
I left here a little bit after midnight, got home, showered and was in bed by 1a.  Later than I wanted but not that bad, add that to the fact that I didn't have to be here until 8a... I feel much better.  Still tired, but feeling much better!

I miss bed sex. 
Never thought I'd say that.
Though I totally enjoy the shower sex and living-room blow-jobs, I miss the non-rushed sex that comes behind closed, locked, bedroom doors.
That's gonna be some good sexin' when it happens.

Today I need to...
- Come up with something to do with a handful of strawberries.
- Send out a few resumes.
- Call my landlord, discuss plans.
- Make sure Little T is at home at 3.30p
- Decide if I'm gonna go get a drink with Miss. Kelly and what to wear when I decide that I have to go.
- Burn cd for Nate.

The kid and I are making dinner for his dad tomorrow night.

It was something I kind of mentioned in passing a week or two ago and he completely latched on to it. 
I'm totally okay will that, I like cooking.  The problem is the fact that by tomorrow night rolls around I'm going to be pretty freakin' wiped.  It's been a long week, with little sleep.

I don't know what we're going to make.  I've got things planned out but I'm wishy washy and I don't know which route I want to take.  I suggested asking his dad's opinion but Little T wants it to be a surprise so that's out.  I've been torn between something pasta based and something with mashed potatoes.  I fucking love mashed potatoes and I haven't had any since I've been in Maine.

The Internet is wonderful for finding food ideas!
To bad none of them are appealing to me right now.

Fuck me.  The sleepies have hit.  I need to do stuff.

Stuff to do...
- Continue contemplating dinner ideas
- Call one or two more shipping places in the Augusta/Brunswick area.
- Call sister.
- Possibly do some dishes 'cause I'm a good girlfriend!  (hehe)

Weird Confession...
I was crawling into bed last night, very late/early in the morning and I was a tad on the horny side.  I briefly thought about masturbating but because I was sleeping in the magical bed I decided against it.*  Then I got thinking about how long it has been since I've masturbated.  Almost two weeks.  I actually half sat up in bed and said "Holy Fuck!"  Not that'd I'm fiendish about it or anything but that's kind of a long time.  I haven't really thought about it lately, so I must be getting what I need.  That's crazy though, even when I was having sex daily or every other day I was still masturbating at least once a week.

Okay I need to go be productive in the hour before I need to get in the shower.

*Yes, I will totally have sex in my roommate's bed but when it comes to masturbation I think that's a little weird and can't/won't do it.

I've learned, that my life is typically anything but uneventful.
I'm okay with that, keeps things interesting.

Lesley is going to be moving in the the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.  Which will leave me with a fabulous apartment which I can't afford on my own
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After many discussions on topics ranging from jealousy to my commitment issues to the possibility of children in the future, we've decided to move in together. 

The Terrorist and I started emailing just about a year and 2 or 3 days ago... If you would have told me then that we'd be where we are right now I would have fucking laughed at you and called you a bloody fool.  I never, in a million years, thought that he and I would have ever have gotten this serious.  

I didn't expect it, but I'm glad it's happened.  I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I am more comfortable with the Terrorist than I have been with any guy in my life.  Ever.  I can completely be myself around him.  Occasionally that involves getting a blank stare from him or some eyeball rollage... but I still feel free to do or say the things that will cause these reactions.  That's never happened before.  Hell, he's the only strait boy who has not only witnessed a McDonald's gorge fest but has participated as well.

Now, silly as it may be, my worry about the turn of recent events is that I'm going to get fat and happy.  Happy is fine.  And I am happy... but fat.  No.  Can't do it.  I'm back in my skinny jeans and I'm almost okay with the way I look naked... so I can't be getting fat. 
Happy good, Fat Bad.

Fuck.  It's getting late.
I need to get cleaning. 
More later.

It's my Monday and oh man, does it feel like a Monday.  Waking up was anything but easy... but I just have to make it through today then I can go home and sleeeeeeeep!!  No kid care tomorrow and unless there are bombs going off in the bed I'm not getting up before.. 10a or 11a.

It's getting fucking hot.  And it's only going to get hotter.  The Terrorist has a great little place but it's an upstairs apartment with an A frame and all the heat just collects here.  At least I'm hear during the cooler parts of the day.  When he gets home from work it's like a fucking sauna.  I came over last night around 7p to watch Ratatouille, it was crazy hot and by that time it had cooled off a bit!! 
Ugh.
I think little T and I are going to pack it up and head over to my house.  I think homemade play-dough is on the agenda for the day.  He really loved playing with the pizza dough.  I was kind of thinking about making a batch of pizza dough just so we could practice spinning it.... 'cause we both suck at it.  Him more so than me but given the fact that he's 9 I guess I shouldn't use that as an ego boost.  We both had a lot of fun with it on Wednesday, though I think it's too involved for today.  Play-dough is easy and maybe we can make some magnets or something.  We can paint them next week. 
Jesus, when did I become super nanny?
Doing art's & crafts with the kid. 
Fuck.

This weekend (my two days off Wednesday/Thursday) has been a weekend of firsts for me.  I did a lot of things over the past two days that I'd never done before.  Things such as...

• Making pizza with the kid
• Attempting to spin pizza dough.
• Playing Mag Blast (that game is complex, yet oddly addictive.)
• Showering with someone.
• Having shower sex.
• Watching the Ghost in the Shell
• Going to Movie Madness (Movie Madness is an independent type movie store... they have EVERYTHING, I even found a copy of Love & Sex!!  The T is pirating it for me and I'm going to watch it, hopefully, this weekend, if not sometime very soon.  This movie breaks my heart and then mends it up and makes me believe that happily ever after isn't such an impossible concept... if you're willing to tough it out.)
• Seriously contemplated the possibility of living with Big and Little T.  (That is, if Ms. Lesley moves out, which, I really hope she doesn't because that would be a bad idea I think.  I just wish she could learn from my mistakes.)
• The first time I had sex with a minor 30 feet away (in another room, sound alseep.)
• It was also the first time I've slept (as in snoring, drooling unconscious... not that I snore or drool) with someone in ... too fucking long.
• I GOT BONED ON THE MAGICAL BED!!!*  Though I can't speak with absolute certainty, I'm pretty sure it's the best sex that's taken place on that bed!  So far I've gotten my room, Lesley's Room, the Bathroom... just gotta get the living-room/couch and the kitchen and it'll be time to move.  :-)  Kidding.... Maybe. 
  

I'm pretty sure there's more (maybe) but the kid is floating around and I don't need him to see this.  Plus... I'm tired of typing.  :-)

* Yes, the magical bed is my roommates bed.  Yes I had sex on my roommates bed while she's on vacation from her vacation.  (Original vacation was to Singapore... vacation from vacation... Malaysia)  not the coolest thing ever, I know (also not the first time I've done it... Thanks Nate.)  Lesley gave me permission though!!! 

I don't know why but the girls being away has inspired me to get shit done.  I've made a few random todo lists here and there but this one is going to be the mutha-load.  All the stuff I've been putting off.  All the stuff that's minor and probably shouldn't be on a ToDo list... everything. 
I tried getting LIttle T to help me but I've learned that having a 9 year old as a personal assistant isn't a great idea... they're forgetful as hell!! 

• Get pics from Walgreen's   (Done!)
  
• Decorate wall with them
• Laundry  (Done! ... Plus I did all of the T's and Little T's ... Yes I'm Amazing!)
  
• Clean (done) , clean, clean.
• Attempt to organize photos. 
  
• Call/Email landlord about tub/rent.  (Done!)
• Mail cards.  (Done!)
  
• Convince mom to help me with computer endeavors.
• Talk to Katie  (Done!... She is freakishly in love!)
  
• Check Mail.  (Done!)
  
• Find another book to read. (Done for now)
  
• Get music to make Cd's
• Organize adult stuff.  (Bill type things)
•  Find job  (I'm realizing how much I hate job hunting.  Especially in this market.  New Goal - 3 resumes a day)
  
• Get gas  (Done.. $12 to fill my tank! ..granted I was only 1/4 down but still!)
  
• Register to vote.  (Done!)
  
•  Pay utilities   (Will be done before the end of the night... well tomorrow at the lastest)
  
•  Go to bank.  (Done!)
  
•  Pick up Check/Get boxes for Alex/Get Alex's phone number  (Done)
  
• Google "Making Pizza" to find a good/kid friendly pizza making ideas (that aren't english muffin pizzas.)
  
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I left a few empty spots for when I remember all that other shit I want to do.
Now I must go pass out like a fuck and get up early and get coffee and go watch LIttle T and some how figure out how to make cleaning my apartment fun for him. 

I hear a train.

I like living next to trains.
Actually, I wish they were just a little bit closer.

That's all.

Oh yeah... and... I'm STARVING.

I don't think I've eaten today.  And there's nothing to eat here.  Well at least nothing that doesn't require some sort of semi-intensive preparation. 

Oh my god... I could totally go for taco's from the taco stand by Chris's old apartment right now.
That sounds delicious. 

I don't like that.

It's Hailing/snowing again.  Why is it when I'm at the library it seems to precipitate?

I have like a minute left on this thing. 

I need to leave. 

Chris got a place.  I gotta find out if he needs help moving.

Bye.

I'm moved.