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2004-04-19 - 10:34 a.m. stick out your butt and shake what you got - salt & pepa david bowie tonight!! saturday was cool. we went thriftshopping. i picked up some pretty cool t-shirts. yesterday, i was up and running by 8am. when i say running, i mean running. i did about 3 miles. sleepy head matt wasn't about to get out of bed for a run. i told him before i went to be up and ready for grocery shopping, cuz i wasn't doing it alone. i got home, and he was still in bed. i bugged him to get up, and he kept giving me mumbly, half asleep nonsense. i told him, 10 minutes and i leave w/o him. sounds like i was letting him off the hook, right? i failed to mention the p.s.: if i left w/o him, i'd be a flaming fucking cunt all day. then, he mentioned that i was off to a "good start", and he got out of bed. the sight of his boxer clad body was almost enough to soften me (except for one appendage, at least), but, i stuck to my cunty guns. why? why do i ever act like a cunt? in the car, he put his hand over mine, asked how my run was, and we had a tentative truce. the shopping was okay. i mean, it's fucking grocery shopping, you know? do we need more olive oil? how 'bout t.p.? want some of those crackers you like? pretty boring stuff. we get home, there's a message from my dad. he needs some help assembling a shed. i was just gonna get in the shower, so, i put my shirt back on, tell matt i'll be back. he's like, what about the movies? your dad'll have you there all day. blah, blah, blah. we've been needling each other like crazy lately. i guess it's just living together bullshit. i can't really say, since i've never lived with anyone before. i have to admit, every now and then, i still find it strange that when i'm going to bed, there's someone else in it. i get to my 'rents. thankfully, the shed is actually up. we just need to screw it together. so, cool. i get home, i'm fucking exhausted, and it's only like 11am. are we still going to the movies, he asks. yeah, i answer. when, he asks. i need half an hour, then, i need a shower. whatever, he muttered. i watched a little tv, took a nice, long shower, and picked a time. kill bill vol. 2 is a very good movie. i loved it. i don't know why, but, i liked the first one more. i kinda thought the ending was a little anti-climatic. is it climatic or climactic? so, we're in starbucks after the movie, and he asks, if we're okay. i tell him that i think so. i ask if he thinks so. he says, yes. i tell him, i'm very glad to hear that. we decided to shelve this discussion for another time. i think we were both just happy to know that we don't actually hate each other. p.s. there is no point to this. later........ |
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