Dissertation lugs, drags and rolls a miscellaneous array into my apt with every visit., Food, DVDs, Booze, Oil, Shampoo, and so forth. More to that, there is a pattern to her visits:
A call when at the building entrance,
3-4 bags or packs of effects (I carry, puzzled),
a kiss,
a scramble into nakedness,
a moan,
a compliment,
a tissue,
a vodka drink,
a rant (roommates, work, politics)
sleep,
waking up with nausea,
a slow morning into recovery,
a shower, and a pack up off all the items she spread around the night before.
Last visit she brought lumber, short studs with a board, screws and brackets, you got a drill, right? I need a shelf, the animals are nesting in my books.
I played the lazy bastard card, but she left it anyway.
After 4 days pass I get the itch for her, but not wanting to call (dissertation due, shes studying) I put the energy in. Once the brackets are in place, I sense a wobble in the legs. No biggie, just a small shelf. But then I decide that when some guy goes to break this down for firewood in 25 years or so, hes gonna feel me. I sink screws in every angle, the legs are as stiff as a flagpole on Christmas day. I imagine him, cold in the city dump, kicking it, #!%#@!ing legs are screwed in six times, what OCD mother-*#4%er put this thing together.
Well, her plan worked.
A call when at the building entrance,
3-4 bags or packs of effects (I carry, puzzled),
a kiss,
a scramble into nakedness,
a moan,
a compliment,
a tissue,
a vodka drink,
a rant (roommates, work, politics)
sleep,
waking up with nausea,
a slow morning into recovery,
a shower, and a pack up off all the items she spread around the night before.
Last visit she brought lumber, short studs with a board, screws and brackets, you got a drill, right? I need a shelf, the animals are nesting in my books.
I played the lazy bastard card, but she left it anyway.
After 4 days pass I get the itch for her, but not wanting to call (dissertation due, shes studying) I put the energy in. Once the brackets are in place, I sense a wobble in the legs. No biggie, just a small shelf. But then I decide that when some guy goes to break this down for firewood in 25 years or so, hes gonna feel me. I sink screws in every angle, the legs are as stiff as a flagpole on Christmas day. I imagine him, cold in the city dump, kicking it, #!%#@!ing legs are screwed in six times, what OCD mother-*#4%er put this thing together.
Well, her plan worked.
and that just reminded me... the leg thingy on my coffee table just popped off. well, i shouldn't say "just popped off". i'm sure there was an unintentional kick in there somewhere. funny thing is, it's been about a week, and my toolbelt-wearing boy... well, let's just say he must be playing the lazy bastard card.