2 posts tagged “strawberries”

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.

I need to be in bed at a semi-reasonable hour tonight.  I've been too grumpy all day.  Starting this morning with a comment by the T that I took WAY too personally.  It's just continued to grow from there. 

Last night after posting about my irritability I was in bed and I got a text from the Terrorist offering his ear and cigarettes for venting purposes.  So I ran up here for a smoke and a chat. 

The cause of my irritability was this:  the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet has more or less moved in.  That in itself doesn't really bother me.  I've made it no secret that I'm not his number one fan but I can be civil.  He needs a place to stay while he and Les look for a new place so fine... he can crash with us.  (Plus he's paying rent.)  What i didn't think of is that fact that he has a dog.  So, last night, when I got home and poked my head in Lesley's room to say hi, the furry four legged friend was chillin on the floor. 
Not cool.
Personally I am a pet lover.  I think they're fabulous.  Dogs, Cats, Reptiles, Fish... whatever.  The problem though, is that it has been specifically stated in our rental contract and other times that there are NO PETS! allowed.  So, the pooch has got to go.  Unless Lesley gets the okay from our landlord I'm going to have to be a cunt about this.  I refuse to loose that apartment because of her boyfriends dog. 

The other cause's of my irritability are from non-direct sources.  Things such as my nephew who is the only 15 year old douche bag I know.  The Baby Momma and the Baby Momma's Momma are causing grief for the T which isn't cool.  The fact that noone has called me to offer me a surpremely awesome job (nevermind the fact that I haven't sent resumes out anywhere) is a fairly big irratation.  Little T... No... Little T has been awesome today.  AND thanks to my sister we've come up with a wonderful idea for dinner.  My sister is kind of irratating me but I think she's finnally pulled her head out of her ass. 

Okay that's enough.  I need to do stuff.  Maybe go pick some strawberries.  The T's neighbors have a yard full of strawberries and they've given us free reign but I keep forgetting about it.  Today would be a good day for that.

Plus, Strawberries are happy.