3 posts tagged “mcdonald”

The Terrorist didn't have to work yesterday. 
He took the day off so he could bring Little T to a counselor appointment and since he didn't know how long it was going to take he took the whole day.  The appointment was done by 11a and the kid was at school by 11.30a.  Which meant we had the next 4 hours to play!  Woohoo!

What'd we do?

We went to Ikea!
This is a HUGE fucking deal!  The Terrorist HATES Ikea.  Can't stand it.  I LOVE Ikea.  So when he suggested we go to Ikea I was slightly elated.  He's looking for a wooden box to build a computer in and while searching online he happened to find one at Ikea that could possibly work.  We've since found out that it doesn't work but that's not the point.  The point is that I got the Terrorist to go to Ikea!  Awesome.

After that we went to Home Depot. 
I'm not a girly girl.  Never have been and though for awhile it really bothered me, now I'm totally cool with it and I kind of have fun picking on the girly girls at work who can't handle getting their hands dirty.  I've always loved Home Depot.  There are all kinds of gadgets and gizmo's and it's just cool.  The T and are are wandering around looking for stuff he needs to build computers in wooden boxes.  I was basically there just to tag along but since I love Home Depot I was completely content.  We get an associate to help us find something and as Mr. Depot is showing us where the Plexiglas (or whatever) is, I get distracted by shiny stuff and fall behind them by about 15 or 20 feet.  I happen to look up towards them just as a lady home depot associate is passing by them.  She TOTALLY checked the T out.  My immediate thoughts... "Back off Bitch, He's mine!"   Then I laughed at myself.  Partially because I totally wanted to run up to him and start making out with him in front of her and partially because I realized how foolish I was being.  Here I thought I've grown so much in the past few years and I'm getting over my major jealousy issues but yet I got all stupid about some random chick noticing that my boyfriend is a hotty.

By that point I was starved, so we stopped at McDonald's, came home, gorged then had some afternoon sex.  Afternoon sex is awesome.  We haven't had afternoon sex since the days when we were both unemployed and didn't do much aside from sitting around all day and have sex.  Though I can't say I'm a huge fan of afternoon sex immediately following a McDonald's gorge fest... Something about Mickey D's just makes me feel anything but sexy.  Beggars can't be choosers though.

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.

I'm squished between two twins.

It's not as great as you might think it would be.  They're both passed out and not moving at all.  I think I'm going to plan an escape under the coffee table....

Woohoo!  I made it out!

They're still passed out though.  We were supposed to have a girls night.  Well okay so it wasn't really a "girls night" it was more of "3 girls with nothing to do so lets gorge on McDonald's and watch a scary movie" night.  I had to shut said movie off because it was getting somewhat suspenseful and I knew if I left it on I'd end up screaming and that would freak them out.  We can't have that.  So... no movie.  Plus I don't handle scary movies alone very well. 

I went home early today.

The yucky tummy didn't bother me to much before work but I think it's because I pretty much stayed stoned from when I got up to when I went to work.  Then while at work I couldn't smoke (obviously) and the yucky tummy came back.  Never actually ralphed but generally felt like shit.  I did a bunch of shit, closed as much stuff as I could, then took off about 930p.  Got home, hung out, smoked a bit and boom I feel fine. 

I need to go to bed. 

Yeah... it's getting late.  I need to sleep.  And maybe smoke more...cause my tummy is gettin icky again.