Thoughts on Love
Thoughts on Love
My vegetarian roommate is reading/reviewing an anthology of meat porn erotica.
My Shmoohas difficulties telling me that he loves me. And remembering to have juice in his fridge.
My co-worker expresses with open arms “I love you like a fat kid loves cake.”
Somehow, all of this makes sense.
Friday: Too much to drink. Much laughter. Some shmoo-ness (other people’s not just me). Discussions of the definition of a choad, teabagging, and salad tossing. Happy Birthday E. What a hoot.
Saturday: Too much business w/ oil changes, doctor’s appointments, breakfast & Irish accents, computer purchasing/upgrading/ etc. (Yes, I’m now using XP. And all my toys work. It’s amazing.)
Sunday: Sleeping. Shmooping. Talking & dealing with manic mood swings. Coffee. Cookies. And laziness with thanks to the sunshine.
And tomorrow? *sigh* Early morning business.Good night sweet lovers.
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