Showing posts with label the boring parts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the boring parts. Show all posts
April 18, 2012
coming clean
the jig is up! sorry, friends. living my crazy life doesn't leave much time for blogging my crazy life. only a few more weeks until the semester ends. then i'm gonna try to blog what the hell has been happening. if i can get my shit together, i'll be back on the regular (sorta)
November 18, 2011
reflecting
(so maybe i'm sort of dead...) i'm always suprised when i respond to the question "how long have you been together?" because it seems like it's been forever. it also seems like i was just driving up to PA for the first time, nervous and excited, last weekend. we're coming up on two years, and i honestly don't know where the time has gone...
trips up and down 83/backroads for birthdays, holidays, long weekends, moves and just because
late nights talking about nothing and everything
rocking out in the car on our way to concerts, the movies and the farmers market
nooners
lunch and dinner dates
cooking together at home, finished off with fresh baked goodies
hanging out with my family with a bushel of late season crabs
bedtime sex
minor disagreements
passing out on the couch
gaming, reading and napping
morning sex
skype dates keeping me up past my bedtime
heated arguments
snuggling til i fall asleep
being too tired for sex
meltdowns over school, friends and us
football trash talk
dreaming about our future
waking up in the middle of the night for sex
cooking out with friends
shared indignation for the stupidity of others
venting about work, school and life in general
all the sex
planning for things to come
i'm not known for my long relationships so i'm constantly amazed by us. looking back on my past, i know i haven't been the easiest person to date. i'm clingy, pushy, hostile, unaffectionate, obsessive... i've been blindsided by break ups. i've ditched guys because i wasn't willing to give my whole heart. i've been left behind because i was too stubborn/reluctant to pull the trigger
since then, i've learned and grown. i started truly focusing on myself. i stopped forcing the universe to meet my demands. suddenly, there's a new guy in my life, and i am increasingly happy. happy with the person i am and with the person i'm dating... sometimes that's what really surprises me. for all the ups and downs of the last (nearly) two years, i am the happiest i have ever been :) there are no happy endings. this is the happy beginning of the rest of my life
trips up and down 83/backroads for birthdays, holidays, long weekends, moves and just because
late nights talking about nothing and everything
rocking out in the car on our way to concerts, the movies and the farmers market
nooners
lunch and dinner dates
cooking together at home, finished off with fresh baked goodies
hanging out with my family with a bushel of late season crabs
bedtime sex
minor disagreements
passing out on the couch
gaming, reading and napping
morning sex
skype dates keeping me up past my bedtime
heated arguments
snuggling til i fall asleep
being too tired for sex
meltdowns over school, friends and us
football trash talk
dreaming about our future
waking up in the middle of the night for sex
cooking out with friends
shared indignation for the stupidity of others
venting about work, school and life in general
all the sex
planning for things to come
i'm not known for my long relationships so i'm constantly amazed by us. looking back on my past, i know i haven't been the easiest person to date. i'm clingy, pushy, hostile, unaffectionate, obsessive... i've been blindsided by break ups. i've ditched guys because i wasn't willing to give my whole heart. i've been left behind because i was too stubborn/reluctant to pull the trigger
since then, i've learned and grown. i started truly focusing on myself. i stopped forcing the universe to meet my demands. suddenly, there's a new guy in my life, and i am increasingly happy. happy with the person i am and with the person i'm dating... sometimes that's what really surprises me. for all the ups and downs of the last (nearly) two years, i am the happiest i have ever been :) there are no happy endings. this is the happy beginning of the rest of my life
September 23, 2011
not dead
um so yea... where the fuck did the last six months go? short answer: grad school, a side project and general laziness. long answer: holy shit WHERE DID SIX MONTHS GO?!
finished last semester fairly well. classes started back up at the end of august, and i've gotten my shit mostly together. i helped a friend start a business, which is on course *fingers crossed* to start work with our first clients. i spent most of the summer doing fuckall. it was fabulous. the only thing that could've been better was seeing more of my honey. i spent a lot of weekends catching up and hanging out so we couldn't always sync up. fortunately, we got a few long weekends thanks to holidays :)
things have been happening, and i plan to start sharing again. i just need to remember y'all are here ;) thanks for sticking around (and hello, new followers!). i won't make any promises, but i'll try to get back on the bloggy wagon
finished last semester fairly well. classes started back up at the end of august, and i've gotten my shit mostly together. i helped a friend start a business, which is on course *fingers crossed* to start work with our first clients. i spent most of the summer doing fuckall. it was fabulous. the only thing that could've been better was seeing more of my honey. i spent a lot of weekends catching up and hanging out so we couldn't always sync up. fortunately, we got a few long weekends thanks to holidays :)
things have been happening, and i plan to start sharing again. i just need to remember y'all are here ;) thanks for sticking around (and hello, new followers!). i won't make any promises, but i'll try to get back on the bloggy wagon
February 18, 2011
petnames
i have nicknamed almost every guy i ever crushed on, hooked up with or dated. only for use when talking with friends. only one of my boyfriends ever gave me a petname. i used my first petname with the guy i dated before J. and i still kick myself for it
D and i dated my freshman year of college. he was my rebound; it only lasted two months. it was a fun two months, but i knew it was nearing its end the day he said he thought he might be falling in love with me. i panicked. he was a super sweet guy who i probably could've fallen for. but i wasn't over my ex and knew i'd only end up hurting D. so i broke up with him. in the parking lot of my dorm building. i'm a bitch... we sorta rekindled our friendship/relationship months later. that also turned out poorly, and i wound up writing a passive aggressive post about him on my old livejournal. i'm still a bitch. i actually favorited the post response he wrote about me because he called me an "ice queen of a bitch". it was kinda true... i used to miss him because he was a great person. then i missed him because i never apologized for being so horrible to him. i still remember some of the silly things he used to say when we were together/still talking. one of those things is his silly petname for me: kitten. short for sex kitten. because i was apparently that sexy
i met P at the beginning of 2009, and we dated for nine months. at some point, i started calling him honeybear. everything about our relationship was big and fast. i kept saying it could explode at any moment, only partially believing it. too bad i was right. that much intensity can't last. i thought i loved him, but love doesn't make you doubt yourself every moment of every day. a text and two phone calls later, we were broken up, and i was sobbing in the parking lot of my office building. classy. bear was so fitting for him. he mauled anything in his path that threatened him. i used to tell him "i don't want to talk to you when you're being a grizzly bear" because bear was the key. i should've known better, but i'd lost myself. and i ruined a great petname in the process
J has a petname. i'm rather fond of it, but sometimes i think honeybear would be more fitting. not because he's a raging asshole like P, but because he's big and snuggly like a pooh bear. however, i refuse to recycle petnames because of the memories (good and bad) associated with it. J doesn't have a petname for me, but a tiny piece of me thinks he would probably use kitten. partially for the sex kitten reference. partially because i'm so cat like sometimes (and he's a closet cat lady ;)). i'm always nuzzling up to him, marking him as mine. but i think it'd make me uncomfortable to hear it from him, reminding me too much of D. i don't particularly mind not having a petname as i still love my own name; i just find it interesting
do you have a petname for your significant other? have you recycled a name?
D and i dated my freshman year of college. he was my rebound; it only lasted two months. it was a fun two months, but i knew it was nearing its end the day he said he thought he might be falling in love with me. i panicked. he was a super sweet guy who i probably could've fallen for. but i wasn't over my ex and knew i'd only end up hurting D. so i broke up with him. in the parking lot of my dorm building. i'm a bitch... we sorta rekindled our friendship/relationship months later. that also turned out poorly, and i wound up writing a passive aggressive post about him on my old livejournal. i'm still a bitch. i actually favorited the post response he wrote about me because he called me an "ice queen of a bitch". it was kinda true... i used to miss him because he was a great person. then i missed him because i never apologized for being so horrible to him. i still remember some of the silly things he used to say when we were together/still talking. one of those things is his silly petname for me: kitten. short for sex kitten. because i was apparently that sexy
i met P at the beginning of 2009, and we dated for nine months. at some point, i started calling him honeybear. everything about our relationship was big and fast. i kept saying it could explode at any moment, only partially believing it. too bad i was right. that much intensity can't last. i thought i loved him, but love doesn't make you doubt yourself every moment of every day. a text and two phone calls later, we were broken up, and i was sobbing in the parking lot of my office building. classy. bear was so fitting for him. he mauled anything in his path that threatened him. i used to tell him "i don't want to talk to you when you're being a grizzly bear" because bear was the key. i should've known better, but i'd lost myself. and i ruined a great petname in the process
J has a petname. i'm rather fond of it, but sometimes i think honeybear would be more fitting. not because he's a raging asshole like P, but because he's big and snuggly like a pooh bear. however, i refuse to recycle petnames because of the memories (good and bad) associated with it. J doesn't have a petname for me, but a tiny piece of me thinks he would probably use kitten. partially for the sex kitten reference. partially because i'm so cat like sometimes (and he's a closet cat lady ;)). i'm always nuzzling up to him, marking him as mine. but i think it'd make me uncomfortable to hear it from him, reminding me too much of D. i don't particularly mind not having a petname as i still love my own name; i just find it interesting
do you have a petname for your significant other? have you recycled a name?
February 13, 2011
how do you sleep
this article was published last week. at first, i found it amusing. then i found it annoying. J sleeps on his back; i sleep on my stomach. sometimes i snuggle up close; sometimes i don't. i am not a sleep cuddler. i tend to get too warm, and prefer not being touched too much while sleeping. J also radiates a lot of heat. we'd both be sweaty messes if we slept tucked in to each other. plus we wouldn't be able to sleep because we'd be too damn hot. add to that the fact i'm a bit of a mover. it'd be extremely frustrating to be woken multiple times to stay cuddled because i shifted again. i never wake up in the same position i fell alseep in, but at least i stopped kicking people. lastly, my darling boy and are disproportionate in size. our bits cannot be lined up perfectly without someone (mostly him) being horribly uncomfortable. we're both not fans of sleeping on our sides so there is no classic spooning through the night
i like that when we get in bed, he throws an arm out so i can nestle up to his side for a bit. or sometimes, i'll curl up, hugging his arm and rubbing my noes on him like a kitten. sometimes we'll just lay next to each other, holding hands. the intimacy isn't dwindling, i'm not submissive and i'm most certainly not being neglected. i feel secure and loved. i love those quiet moments, when we're just lying together. before he makes his move. before our faces meet in the dark. before physical need consumes everything. it's those little moments that define our relationship and fulfill my soul's needs. just before he says what i already know. just as i'm drifting to sleep. just after i wake up next to him. all those moments are filled with love
he's my big spoon regardless of actual spooning. how we sleep is not a reflection on the state of our relationship. it simply reflects my need to contort myself in awkward ass positions, while staying just the right temperature. reading anything more in to that is just silly :p
i like that when we get in bed, he throws an arm out so i can nestle up to his side for a bit. or sometimes, i'll curl up, hugging his arm and rubbing my noes on him like a kitten. sometimes we'll just lay next to each other, holding hands. the intimacy isn't dwindling, i'm not submissive and i'm most certainly not being neglected. i feel secure and loved. i love those quiet moments, when we're just lying together. before he makes his move. before our faces meet in the dark. before physical need consumes everything. it's those little moments that define our relationship and fulfill my soul's needs. just before he says what i already know. just as i'm drifting to sleep. just after i wake up next to him. all those moments are filled with love
he's my big spoon regardless of actual spooning. how we sleep is not a reflection on the state of our relationship. it simply reflects my need to contort myself in awkward ass positions, while staying just the right temperature. reading anything more in to that is just silly :p
November 16, 2010
humdrum
i've reached that moment when i've run out of interesting things to say. no action in my bed for the last two weeks, and it's going to be another week and half. the bestie and i went to pgh the first weekend of the month. it was part of my birthday gift to him. we stayed at the hilton garden inn because we're fancy cheap bitches. i love the big hotel beds with the extra pillows and cushy padding. one of these days i'm going to graduate to a queen sized bed. i adore having all that space. granted, when i have the space, i always wish i had someone to fill it. snuggling with pup isn't really the same (yes, i am 26 and sleep with a stuffed dog). the last week and weekend have been full of nothing. i should've been doing grad school stuff or finally finishing my photo album or any number of other things. instead i napped and watched say yes to the dress on netflix. i know; you're jealous of my awesome life... this week is a little more action packed. last night, N and i went to see kate nash. i love her adorable face. thursday, another friend of ours is hosting a post birthday happy hour for him. friday, i get waxed (oh yea, that's an event) even though i'm still filling in the bald spots. do they make rogaine for vaginas? also harry potter is opening on friday :D i can't wait to see it in IMAX. then it'll be less than a week til i see my boy. apparently, he's already planning to take me out for a fancy pants dinner. i'm excited... *shrug* so that's what's up with me. what's up with you?
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