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2005-07-08 - 9:47 a.m. i've been up since 5am, so, if i ramble or whatever, forgive me. luther vandross was a personal favorite of mine. the man could saang. not sing, but, saang! "a house is not a home" is one of the best songs ever. it's so sad. for someone to lose the ability to share such a considerable gift such as he did is just plain sucky. rest in peace. the bombings in london are kinda scary. having no idea where or when these kinds of things are gonna happen is terrifying. i know that you're not supposed to think that way. otherwise, you may stop living your life normally. still, it's hard not to think that way. to completely change topics and tone, matty and i were arguing yesterday. it was basically just day to day, you're getting on my nerves bullshit. nothing major. the fact that it was nothing major didn't make it any less annoying. matt went to bed around midnight, i know he wanted me to go to bed too, but, i did what i usually do when i'm mad, or upset, i pull away. so, i was not gonna go to bed just cuz he wanted me to. so childish and stupid, i know. yeah, so, i end up falling asleep on the sofa and being woken up at 3am by matty, who asked me very sweetly to come to bed. so, i did. we made love, and next thing i knew, matty was asleep, and i was wide awake. i slipped out of matts embrace and started reading 'the corrections' again. actually, i've been reading that book again for about a week. i'm about 2/3 of the way through. it's strange how some parts seem to drag on and on and other parts are real page turners. i was into the read, but, i kept worrying about matty waking up and coming to get me. not so much the part about him coming to get me, but, the waking him up part. i don't want to wake my sweet boy up just cuz i can't sleep. it's not his problem, you know? around 6am, i slipped back into bed and we ended up going at it again. he looked so hot laying there on his stomach with his perfect little bubble butt all but signaling to me. i couldn't help myself. while he showered, i made him an omlette and some of my papas (potatos). sautee some onion, add one potato, thinly sliced, with italian seasoning, black pepper, chili powder, salt, and a teeny bit of cinnamon and let it sit in a covered pan so it gets all nice and tender. i have to say, they're quite yummy. i told you i'd ramble. matty's supposed to take me out tonight. i feel like dancing. adam called and said he's got a date, tonight. i'm happy for him. who knows, maybe we'll meet up. i'm really tired. i've got things to do, and i don't quite know if it's gonna happen. at least i rode my skateboard to the post office, this morning. i could skate all day. it would be a lot better than vacuuming and dusting. later.... |
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