2 posts tagged “cooking”

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.

And I'm dirty.

I think I'm gonna go shower.

I showered.

Much better.

Life has been... full. Lately.

Full of people, mainly. Everyday since last Saturday (a week ago) I've hung out with either Chris or The Terrorist. This isn't a bad thing, because I like both of them and think they're both fun to hang out with but it's very unlike me. I generally spend a lot more time alone than I have been lately.

Tonight will be boy free.

How do I know this? Easy. The Terrorist has his kid tonight and Chris is mad at me.

Why is Chris mad at me? Well that answer isn't quite as easy. I'm not really sure. I know it has something to do with me being rude. Or at least him thinking I was being rude. (Which is a HUGE annoyance to Chris) but I called him and explained to his voice mail that I don't think I was being rude and why I didn't think I was being rude. Then asked him to call back if I missed something (or if he wanted to hang out.) That was about 24-hrs ago and I still haven't heard from him. That makes me sad. I know he's stressing out about life lately and that might have something to do with the (what I see as) extreme reaction. Whatever it is I hope is resolved soon enough. He's a good cat and I love him. Don't wanna loose a friend over something silly.

Before our argument though, we had a pretty good week. Full of reefer and cooking. A bit too much reefer if you ask me. It caused me to sleep past noon pretty much every day this week. (And unfortunately I've reached the age where I feel like that's a “waste of a day”.)

I still haven't found a job. I have been looking but as mentioned in the aforementioned paragraph I've smoked a lotta pot this week which has lowered my motivation level. For the most part though, everyday I've sent out at least 1 resume, Chris would smoke me out and let me use his computer and I'd give him a ride to work. It worked for him, worked for me, was generally a good all around deal. (Except I'd get too stoned to do anything else but send an email out. :-/ ) This next week is going to be different. Monday I think I'm going to hit up the two bars and a cafe right down the road and probably I'll do Belmont. Then Tuesday hopefully Hawthorne (and Caldera!). Yesterday I was pretty good, sent out 5 resumes! (Go me!)

Lately I've been noticing that my ... habits/personality/self... has changed when I'm stoned. I used to get really paranoid and quiet. Now I ramble and ramble and ramble. I've kind of noticed it a bit lately but last night I really noticed it. I couldn't shut up. Granted it was only a 5-20min window from when we smoked to when we turned the movie on... but it's like I had EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD to say in that period. That's probably why this short post is turning into a novel.

As with many people, reefer has a tendency to make me a bit randy. It always has to a certain degree but I also think it might have something to do with the fact whenever OMS and I got together we'd always smoke first. So somewhere in my brain it attributes reefer to sex. I kind of Miss OMS. That's not to say I'm not enjoy myself out here because I TOTALLY am but OMS had a certain way about him. Very mellow. Last time I talked to him he was having a bit of a bad luck run. I hope things have leveled out for him.

As I might have mentioned in a previous post, when I set up my computer I couldn't find any wifi signals aside from one encrypted one. On top of that DSL isn't available in this area. Which left us with Comcast. Sucky. Comcast is expensive and they use their Voodoo magic to make Torrent's not work. Because of this (and the fact that we're both going to be getting laptops soon) Lesley and I decided to forgo the internet. Sadness. Then the Terrorist was here this morning playing with Leela (his portable computer Nokia palm pilot type thing... there's a much shorter explanation of what Leela is but I'm stoned and don't really remember) Anyway, I was out buying coffee (for my new FRENCH PRESS) and he stayed here. Leela is wi-fi enabled so he sat next to the window and scanned. “What'd he find” you ask?! Well, I'll tell you. Leela, bless her little electronic heart, found a SHIT TON of signals. Awesomeness!! I got a cord for my WiFi card, to bring it closer to the window and I found up to 12 of those signals. Supa cool. The problem? Apparently my computer reacts differently to Wifi instead of regular internet and because of this The Terrorist couldn't fix it on the spot. (Or something like that... I'm stupid and stoned) BUT the good news?! If Chris still wants to be my friend I'm sure the fact that he knows my computer so well would be an advantage. Or The Terrorist can come back some time when he has the shit he needs and fix it. But either way I'm confident I'll be stealing internet shortly. YAY! Go me!

Had a talk with the Terrorist. It was quite cute, really, well kinda. Hadn't seen him in a few days so when I went over I asked how he'd been. He told me about doing some drugs with a friend and the next night went out to celebrate a friends birthday. I told him about smoking a lot of pot with Chris. Then a short time later we were sitting on the couch just chilling and he said those dreaded words... “So... this is kind of awkward, but...” I immediately had an internal freak out. But after a few pauses he explained to me that he and his friend had sex (two nights prior, the same friend he was doing the drugs with.) And he didn't know if I had other partners or not but he just wanted to be honest about everything (which is always appreciated). I was amazingly cool with it. Honestly. Which is a little weird for me, because even though we haven't “defined” anything (which is super cool and different to me) I am a jealous person. I even got a little jealous of OMS's others (not his wife cause that would be just silly, but he had mentioned one or two other people he'd been mingling with) I don't know why I did but I did. It wasn't like a freakish “I hate them bitches, they should die” type of thing. But just a little bit of a “hmm, wonder what they have that I don't?” type of thing. Anyway, getting back on point. I wasn't jealous AND the girl he was with is a cutie. I've seen her myspace I thought I would be but I wasn't.  (Go me!)  Probably partially because I kind of assumed he was fucking others all along and partially because... I don't know. I must be growing as a person. Though, I have to say... this girl was very energetic and left a few battle scars. Which I can totally appreciate but for like 2 seconds I had a mildly adverse reaction. It was fleeting though, and very mild.

I think my sex drive is going up. I'm having sex more or less every other day or so. Granted sometimes its a bit more or less I think the average would be every other day. Which is more sex than I've had... in years. And I'm also masturbating more than normal. Which isn't really a lot because I've been living in environments that aren't exactly masturbation friendly for the past year but still a couple times a week or so. Weird.

I need to go do my make-up. Yep. Gotta get going. Even though I'd kind of like to take a nap. I need to go eat free food.