These are my pants. They are ranting.

1+1 = 2, which then =1

When I moved to NYC, I lived with a boy.   He was a boy that I had no attraction to so it doesn't count as 'livng with a boy".   In fact, this boy I lived with had very few manly qualities I can really call out other than his self proclaimed large meat status.   I have never seen it so I can't confirm.   And I'm REALLY ok with that.

Anyway.  That was a 2 bedroom.  Upper East Side, really great space.  Big ole kitchen, big ole living area.  Teeny tiny bedroom.   My second habitat is with 2 girls.   Tiny everything -- big rent.  It's in the West Village.   

I asked the boy to live with me.   So now, I will be living with the boy, whom I love.   Which = 1 bedroom, which I also hope = maybe a little more space and a little less cash.

The current issue on the table is whether or not moving out of the city itself is an option.   I'm dying for more space, I really am.   So we'll see.

And if I haven't mentioned it, I'm so excited I could eat 2 mice in a garbage can.

Mystery NYC Theatre 2007

What are we talking about?

"I'm totally weirded out and this is really scary" - the boy

"dude, I know, I'm want to barf all over the place!" - me

Starting to feel a little better...

And when I start to feel better, I feel sappy.  Mind you, the boy came by with Chicken and Dumplings soup -- that made me feel really good.  Seeing his face when I'm freaking out about work and life and sick on top of it reminds me of real life and how work isn't life, it's just a large frightening slice of it where I'm a different character.   Seeing his face and his smile brings me back into the gravitation pull of reality and how much I love him.  And how much I love my life because of him.  Makes working a little easier.

A Cuban Thanksgiving

• Fried turkey rubbed with cajun spices
• mac and cheese homemade and crispy
• fried apples... wait, baked apples
• potatos baked in the oven with olive oil and herbs
• black beans, oh yum
• rice
• stuffing with apples and some other stuff in it
• sweet potatos with marshmallows of happiness
• homemade pumpkin pie
• apple pie
• pumpkin pie
• DIRT pie
• wine

So good, all of it.  So fat right now.

And now, at (Frankie don't be mad, I have no idea what the plans are for the rest of the time...)a hungongous condo-y beach house in Carolina Beach, watching Grey's Anatomy, drinking wine, with the boy's family and having an all around great time.

Feeling really happy right now.  Fat, but happy.

I'm a hustler baby

The boy went to The Hustler Club (a gentleman's club) this weekend for someone's bachelor party.

And get this.  Are you ready?

I don't think you are....

Are you sure?

OK, I'll tell you...

I didn't get white sheets in front of my eyes burning blood in my ears jealousy fueled murderously irate and stupid about it!

My heart rate stayed at a normal non sweat inducing pitterpat the whole time.

Well shit, dude, it looks like I may not be such a psycho after all.

I miss my little buddy

I've gotten into the habit of calling the boy "little buddy" when I see him in pictures.  I even greet him on the phone with "hey buddy".   I kind of like it.    He's so cute.

I miss my little buddy.

Funny

"I put Devils Rejects on my [Netflix] list so hopefully I'll have it in a few days and you'll love it.  Let's get each other perfume for xmas. "
                                    --- the boy

Big News!

The boy invited me to Thanksgiving with his family.    I love it.   I can't stop smiling.  I love big deals.  I love that boy.

Bridezillas

There isn't a Ravens game on TV today, so the boy is watching "Bridezillas".

Suggested fee for museum visits

"So XXXXX and XXXX said that we NEED to go see the Ocean exhibit at the museum and couldn't believe we missed it. So let's go back soon! It's only a suggested admission so we can give them a taco to get in" - the boy.