I am watching Big Daddy. Steve's kid is about as adorable as the kid(s? I think it was twins) in this movie. And it's got Jon Stewart and Adam Sandler, two of my favorite Jews.
Spending the night with Steve is lovely, but having to bolt before the baby-mama shows up with Presley is not. Then again, I am not ready to deal with the child thang on a regular basis. Then again, I caught myself thinking tonight that it would be cute to order him the little hot rod bike...
Two days off in a row and I don't even know what to do with myself. Going to try and sleep in in the morning, get some brunch maybe, read more, write more, and go to Savannah to see Cory Branan. It will be fun, even if everyone that I want to bring with me can't come. Bah.
You know that feeling you get when you kiss someone goodbye and know that you may not see them for several days? Plus, with my insecurities, I don't ever trust that it will be OK again--even though this is the guy who joked about being demoted over the number of xo's in my email. Trust is something I am not good at. I'm way better at paranoia and general baseless fears.
I wrote a couple of pages that I liked today. Trying to come up with non-obvious metaphors and plot points that bring together what I want to accomplish--but I had a brainstorm the other night and came up with something. Whee.
I am losing weight like it's my job. 11-hour days at the bike shop in 97-degree heat will do that to you. I nearly stabbed a lady with a blunt allen wrench on Monday when I told her we couldn't do any repairs until later in the week and she whined that it was easy stuff. So I ended up sweating over shitty bikes put together at Wal-Mart in the hot sun for 20 minutes trying to recable front brakes. I hate tourists.
Justin Theroux is on the cover of the new BUST. Justin Theroux looks a lot like Steve. Yeah, you're jealous.
Spending the night with Steve is lovely, but having to bolt before the baby-mama shows up with Presley is not. Then again, I am not ready to deal with the child thang on a regular basis. Then again, I caught myself thinking tonight that it would be cute to order him the little hot rod bike...
Two days off in a row and I don't even know what to do with myself. Going to try and sleep in in the morning, get some brunch maybe, read more, write more, and go to Savannah to see Cory Branan. It will be fun, even if everyone that I want to bring with me can't come. Bah.
You know that feeling you get when you kiss someone goodbye and know that you may not see them for several days? Plus, with my insecurities, I don't ever trust that it will be OK again--even though this is the guy who joked about being demoted over the number of xo's in my email. Trust is something I am not good at. I'm way better at paranoia and general baseless fears.
I wrote a couple of pages that I liked today. Trying to come up with non-obvious metaphors and plot points that bring together what I want to accomplish--but I had a brainstorm the other night and came up with something. Whee.
I am losing weight like it's my job. 11-hour days at the bike shop in 97-degree heat will do that to you. I nearly stabbed a lady with a blunt allen wrench on Monday when I told her we couldn't do any repairs until later in the week and she whined that it was easy stuff. So I ended up sweating over shitty bikes put together at Wal-Mart in the hot sun for 20 minutes trying to recable front brakes. I hate tourists.
Justin Theroux is on the cover of the new BUST. Justin Theroux looks a lot like Steve. Yeah, you're jealous.
[Edited on Jul 13, 2005 1:53AM]