I almost wrote a very long post about how much I love cottage cheese. I thought better of it.
My problem is that I’m taking vicodin for some kidney pain issues. I never take it on weekdays, I don’t take it after noon on Sundays. I’m a responsible painkiller taker. Except that even with the precautions it still takes forever to get that shit out of my system. For a day or two after I find myself staring blankly, thinking about nothing.
I find myself contemplating the absolute beauty of cottage cheese. I ponder the interplay of the salty curds against sweet banana slices. I delight in mixing it with strawberry jam and eating it on toast.
I need to stop taking these pills.
Also, the quote of the day is:
“I’ll be wearing frosting pants”
Surprisingly, I didn’t say it and it wasn’t a vaguely sexual reference.

too lazy to write anything in long form. You’ll get used to the lists some day.
* Today many people brught cookies to work and they all shared with me. Good for me.
* Someone told me that her bathroom was making a noise and could I send someone over to look at it. um…was the noise a deep, angry voice commanding her “GET OUT”?
* The problem with listening to internet radio is that only 1 of every 3 songs is interesting and you cannot just forward to the next song. The problem with me listening to my iPod in the car is that even though i carefully craft giant playlists to only play songs I like, I am never happy with anything that comes up. I end up fast forwarding until I end up playing the same 5 songs over and over again. I need to make a playlist that is just ‘Son of a Preacher Man’ over and over and over.
* I just chilled this weekend.
* Actually, no, I chilled most of the weekend but Saturday night David, John, James and I went to dinner (mmmm greek food, I had the lamb, naturally) then to see Postmen in the Mountains. After saying goodnight to John and James after the movie, David and I headed over to Balls Cabaret for music and candy.
* David has not performed at Balls since I met him. The last time he performed was 5 days before he met me (he’s on the left). I’m a bad influence on everyone. I’m trying to be very encouraging.
* Happy Birthday Dáithí!! Make me proud, break the laws of man and nature!! I don’t want to hear from you again until you learn the true meaning of excess.
* I need to go grocery shopping for the basics again. dang.
* Half the pictures on my phone are of my dog.
* Latin dance glass is going well. The funny thing is that even though I have no idea what I’m doing and I feel like a dork I STILL find myself leading a lot of the guys because they really don’t know what they’re doing. It’s a sad day when I’m taking charge of a dance.
* RIP HST
* Valentine’s day was beautiful and more than i expected.
* I really really dislike the Cure. Stop crying, brush your hair and go for a walk. See that yellow disk in the sky? That’s the sun, he’s missed you.
* This weekend I explained the difference between Ding-Dong’s and Ho-Ho’s.
* I crave my bed sometimes.
Yeah, so, nothing terribly interesting. Those things that might be interesting are being kept under wraps for now.
Later, chochachos

Too tired to write much, but the quick rundown is that kidney related pain has culminated in a CT scan today, results next week.
All I have to say about the CT scan is that you get to wear GIANT pants, hold your breath a lot, and slide in and out of a giant radioactive doughnut.
Cool.
All things considered, I hope I am carrying an Alien baby. He’ll be trained to take over my job and bite people.

So happy Valentine’s Day and hooray! It’s been fun so far.
I hadn’t intended to get serious about someone for a while. I just figured on some fun dating and maybe friendship. I hadn’t expected that you would be so you.
Here we are, giddily happy, goofy in our fun. Why am I happy? You’re kind, you’re sweet, you’re thoughtful. You remember things that I talk about. You pick me up and spin me around. You read to me while I color in coloring books. You like (like? tolerate?) my dog. You worry about my health and try to get me to eat better (good luck, a few have tried, no one has succeeded yet). You laugh at my goofy jokes. You happily eat everything I put in front of you.
You comfort me when i’m upset, wake me when my sleep is restless and hold me in your arms as I drift off.
There are times I worry, moments I think I would have made a better girlfriend if you had found me a year from now. My life would have been more in order, my focus would have been entirely on my future and not as weighted by the past. What can I do about this? Nothing, and there is nothing I would change. The timing isn’t perfect, but nothing ever is and we go with this.
Thank you, baby.
Happy Valentines Day!
ps don’t be late for dinner or I will cry!

Happy valentines day, baby (even though i know you dislike v-day as a corporate holiday marketed to make money. You’re cute when you say that!).
Also shmoo.
xoh