I'm going to San Francisco, I'm really excited.  Lastnight I was kidding with Leslie saying we should go adventure right now(at midnight) and we hatched a scheme. Well, I was lumped into a pre-hatched scheme but it should be fun all the same.  I'm gonna try my hardest to stay out of her and the twins hair.  I wanna learn my lesson from when Kristi ( Read more... )

I told Leslie that I loved her. Phew. It feels good, even if her response wasn't quite what I was hoping for it was still pretty good. She makes me swoony, almost entirely over little things. When she gets mad at me and tells me she wants to see great photos out of me, a whole new portfolio in a month, or when she tells me to make her proud and ( Read more... )

I'm going to try to quit being a whiner. I only get one story a week, do I really have any right to freak out at Dave? Yes, partially he's the reason I only get one story, because he doesn't know how to pace himself. But I'm whining about systemic fuckups that have yet to be addressed by Dave. I'm interested to know I've caused myself to only ( Read more... )

I had my design final due yesterday. I was up for 24+ hours by the time the final was due. I spent the night in the ODE office working on it with leslie while she tried to study geomorphology ( Read more... )

Someone in newspaper design just brought in a front page with a story about a little girl who was born weighing only 17 ounces, ONE POUND! The story is looking at her first year of life and how she is normal weight and doing just fine. It's absolutely amazing to me that something that tiny and fragile could even survive. Normal weight babies ( Read more... )

It's 8:30 now and I have an 8 page paper due tomorrow at 4 that I haven't started yet. I realized lastnight that I rarely post when anything good has happened in my life and that is unfortunate. It turns out leslie is not a robot, despite my earlier suspicions. She is in fact very sweet and really is invested in what we have. The last few days ( Read more... )

So I called Leslie on her shit when she refused to be touched at all, she says she just doesn't want to be touched when she's late, or stressed, or upset etc. But that's pretty much all the time. What's she so ashamed of? She'll hug and hold hands in private but as soon as we're in the public world, she's completely separated. I don't understand ( Read more... )

I find myself smiling more, thinking about what can and will happen rather than punitively about the things that don't and should happen. Holding one of my best friends in my arms at 7am last Thursday, while the thought of if I can or should kiss her crossed my mind brought me back to where I should be. I have few, if any reasons to be bitter or ( Read more... )

I can't think of a better way to wake up than in the arms of someone like you.

I'm not sure what happened to change things lastnight and while there is definitely a part of me that wants to know, I'm pretty sure there's no good answer either. I'm positive good things will come of all this. I have a newfound respect for Denny's.