ember

It seems that my journal entries are becoming fewer and fewer...lately it's because so much has been going on that writing about it seems daunting.

But I will break up the tale of my perilous adventures into several, short passages to keep the painstaking task of writing about them to a minimum...and so as not to bore anybody who happens to be reading about it

Several weeks ago I was at work and my co-worker Tyler's friends showed up wearing 20's-esque clothing. We watched the movie Dead Alive (because it was dead at work that night) and afterwards we went to Johnny Rockets for some old-fashioned milkshakes and burgers. Steve and I also dressed up for the occassion, or rather, he attempted to dress up but all I could lend him was the hat I got from the SG Vegas show in August last year. View pics of that escapade in my pics folder.

The weekend before Valentine's day, I went with Steve to NJ to celebrate his friend Ben's surprise b-day party. We showed up late, however, and Ben ended up surprising us instead, which was humorous. I kicked some ass at beerpong with Steve as my partner, and then that traitor went on someone else's team and raped me in the ass (metaphorically speaking.) I was annoyed because when he played with me, he only got one ball in...the last one. Granted, it was a pretty sweet way to end the game, but then when he played on the opposing team, no joke, he got 5 FUCKING BALLS IN, IN A ROW. God damn it. Pics of that will be in my pics folder as well.

The following day, we had a really bad snow storm and Steve didn't have a car. I ended up having to spend the night at his aunt and uncle's house because there was no way to get me to the train station. It was quite honestly the single most awkward experience of my life, especially since Steve's aunt has never let a girl spend the night over there before...ever. When I'm there, we're not even allowed to be in the same room with the door closed. Um, yeah, no offense, but he's 21 god damn years old, soon to be 22. Don't you think it's about time you gave the guy some room to breathe? Oh, and she grabbed one of my wife beaters out of his laundry pile (I brought some laundry with me to do since I don't have any quarters to do laundry in Philly) and started dusting the TV with it, even after Steve informed her that it was my shirt, not his. I thought that was kind of odd. Yeah, sure, just grab my shit and start dusting with it, I always think that's a good way to let someone know you're becoming part of the family, or something. (I wonder how Steve will react when he reads this, even though I pretty much told him how I felt about it.)

V-Day was excellente. Steve led me to believe that he was stuck in New Jersey for work-related reasons and that he wouldn't be able to spend V-Day with me. I had work from noon to 5:15 that day, and it was quite possibly the WORST work day of my life. I even mentioned aloud to my boss, "This is the worst Valentine's day EVER." When I got back to the apartment, there was a heart shaped balloon tied to my computer, and the screen said "Hey spanky, go into the bedroom!" When I went in there, Steve had a picture from my Candy Set on his computer screen of me holding the bowl of goodies, but placed over the bowl was a heart that said "Click me!" when I clicked on it, a slideshow popped up with pictures of us set to Clocks by Coldplay (my favoritest song EVER. Yes, I know I'm gay, shut up.) After the slideshow, a bunch of hearts appeared on the screen and in each one he wrote a little bit about how our relationship has grown over the past year...yeah, I know what you're thinking, that beats the pants off of chocolate any day.

Oh, and speaking of chocolate, he didn't get me any because I made a decision to go vegan. Yes, yes, I know. Totally random and unexpected. Thanks to Tyler showing me a horrible video that highlights the abuse of the animals that get sent to slaughter, I instantly swore off meat, milk and eggs. That was a little over a week ago I think, and honestly, I don't think I can follow through with that decision. Have you ever tasted tofu? Or cream cheese with no milk in it? My god IT'S FUCKING TERRIBLE. I've been starving to death all week and eating the nastiest tasting food that makes me want to vomit. You know when you get so sick to your stomach that you linger about in bed all day (sans the many instances where you have to get up to shit your brains out), and your body feels completely weak and fatigued, and your skin is damp from sweat that even smells fucking diseased, and makes you feel even more sick? (Okay, if no one else has ever felt that way then I'm just going to look very insane). But anyway, to get to the point, I had grilled tofu for dinner the other night and the smell and the taste of it reminded me of that nauseating (sp?) feeling to the point where every bite I took made my stomach lurch.

Needless to say, I had chicken tenders for lunch today. And I really couldn't feel that guilty about it, either.

What else, what else. Oh, I got my hair cut and dyed today and it's REALLY short. A lot shorter than I wanted. I told the woman how short I wanted my hair, and she deliberately cut the first chunk of hair ridiculously short, and then preceded to stick her tongue out at me in the mirror as if to say, "Haha, I'm going to give you a haircut that SCREAMS lesbian." Not that there's anything wrong with that. But it's really not the look I was going for. Pics of that too will be put into my folder. Feel free to poke fun.

This ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would.

I need some food, but all we have in the fridge is, you guessed it, tofu and soy products. *Stomach screams in protest:* "No, don't let that filth in here! I can't take it anymore! NOT AGAIN! NOOOO! NOOOOOO MOTHER OF GOD, SWALLOW HOT COALS FIRST BUT NOT THAT BLASTED TOFU AGAIN WHYYYY GOOOD WHHHYYYEEEEEEE!??!!??!!"