Monday, February 14, 2005
Happy Valentine's Day!
Or not, as the case may be. As for me? I haven't figured out yet if it's a happy or a sad one... and it's already 7pm. Not much more time to figure, eh?
Thing is... The Fiancé and I have postponed Valentine's Day until next week, when we'll hopefully have some money saved up to go up to Santa Barbara for a romantic getaway with jacuzzi type thing. We agreed on not gifting each other with cutsey little cheesy things that we don't have money for... because we have all year round to do that, and I am not into feeding the chocolate-and-flower-businesses, just because the media and TV commercials tell me so.
We really already wanted to "getaway" right after I came back from my Europe trip, but... bills and stuff... you know how Real Life™ can be likesometimes most of the time.
Anyway. Turns out that the Roomies want to send us out on a date tonight, and pay for everything. *blink blink* What a sweet surprise! And after I got over being weirded out over this, I actually got really excited. Movie! Ice cream! Dinner! Quality time with the man I love and never get to spend time with that doesn't revolve around work or band stuff! However... I have made the apparent mistake of mentioning the fact that his working until at least 9pm tonight is a bit incovenient for the occasion, and then made the second apparent mistake of inquiring as to whether or not he could possibly get out an hour earlier. He concluded that I was an ungrateful, nagging, complaining bitch who doesn't want to go and has something negative to say about everything even if it's free and something nice and sweet someone likes to do for us, and concluded his brilliant deduction with "well, just forget about it".
Hurm. I just came back from dropping him off at work, and watching him leave the car without saying good bye to me. Not sure what is going to happen... can Valentine's Day be saved?
Of course, I will never find out until I go back outside and fetch my cell phone from the car... so while I go do that, I'll entertain you with a list of keywords people have used to find this here blog. It partially entertained me today, so why not share all the fun:
latex-clad girls
le sex shoppe
bisexual blog
short story on how someone got in an accident because other person in car was talking on cell phone
clit coming
hood piercings
phantom pains definition piercings
clit blog
Once I find it, I'll make sure to hook y'all up with my Pulitzer-deserving short story on how someone got in an accident because other person in car was talking on cell... *rolls eyes*
Thing is... The Fiancé and I have postponed Valentine's Day until next week, when we'll hopefully have some money saved up to go up to Santa Barbara for a romantic getaway with jacuzzi type thing. We agreed on not gifting each other with cutsey little cheesy things that we don't have money for... because we have all year round to do that, and I am not into feeding the chocolate-and-flower-businesses, just because the media and TV commercials tell me so.
We really already wanted to "getaway" right after I came back from my Europe trip, but... bills and stuff... you know how Real Life™ can be like
Anyway. Turns out that the Roomies want to send us out on a date tonight, and pay for everything. *blink blink* What a sweet surprise! And after I got over being weirded out over this, I actually got really excited. Movie! Ice cream! Dinner! Quality time with the man I love and never get to spend time with that doesn't revolve around work or band stuff! However... I have made the apparent mistake of mentioning the fact that his working until at least 9pm tonight is a bit incovenient for the occasion, and then made the second apparent mistake of inquiring as to whether or not he could possibly get out an hour earlier. He concluded that I was an ungrateful, nagging, complaining bitch who doesn't want to go and has something negative to say about everything even if it's free and something nice and sweet someone likes to do for us, and concluded his brilliant deduction with "well, just forget about it".
Hurm. I just came back from dropping him off at work, and watching him leave the car without saying good bye to me. Not sure what is going to happen... can Valentine's Day be saved?
Of course, I will never find out until I go back outside and fetch my cell phone from the car... so while I go do that, I'll entertain you with a list of keywords people have used to find this here blog. It partially entertained me today, so why not share all the fun:
Once I find it, I'll make sure to hook y'all up with my Pulitzer-deserving short story on how someone got in an accident because other person in car was talking on cell... *rolls eyes*
