music: Sunday is for Romance (to listen go to the archives section on their home page and type in Sunday, Nov 12 at 10 am)
To my left through the dark forest of all black clothing hanging in my closet, I can see a dripping window emblazoned with a seahawks sticker. How very Seattle. I still haven't gone running because I'm a slacker and its cold outside. Even sitting here in my office my nose is cold and my toes are cold. Hmm...I'm cold and broke and its grey outside. Sounds like a typical winter in this particular life.
Last night Poverty and I went over to the anatomist and he who shall not be numbered's house. I was worrying about money the whole ride over (sample thought: how are two people going to live on 80 dollars for two weeks?) but then I realized that I was on my way to eat a king crab dinner. So yeah, poor me....My life is sooo fucking hard.
Seriously.
The dinner was lovely. Its fun to have a boyfriend who gets along with the anatomist's boyfriend. In all these years and various boyfriends, I don't think we've ever dated two people who bonded enough that we could sneak off and do girly stuff together. Last night Poverty and HWSNBN watched football while the anatomist and I looked at.....WEDDING MAGAZINES.
Okay, before you think we are complete lameasses please remember that we are actually dangerous renegades with very nefarious pasts and we are still under surveillance (shh...the Chilean government) so that might just be a code word for something very degenerate, like a briefcase full of cocaine, or perhaps a motorcycle porn.
Whatever it was that we were looking at, it was definitely not good for us. Afterwards our brains seemed turned to white fluff and we were incapable of intelligent conversation. And you KNOW how intelligent we normally are when we hang out, with or without briefcases full of cocaine.
I'm not sure why we both get a kick out of being stereotypical. Maybe its because we both come from cracked out families, and the idea of the boys watching football and the girls planning a wedding fulfills some sort of craving that was never fulfilled in our childhoods.
At least not in mine. You know what with the witchcraft and peyote and what not....
Anyway, the evening was very cozy and pleasant, though next time I don't think I will attempt to look at an entire wedding magazine. Maybe just a half dose....
After the football was over we drove home and, after gossiping with Cornelius for awhile, (Thirsty won 3rd place in the Shorty's pinball tournament! Snowball plans to move to California and still has a staff infection from drunkenly falling in that fire this summer!) I curled up under my pirate quilt with Poverty and drank some codeine cough syrup and he read to me about gulags. It was very sweet.
Hey typepad has spell check! I never noticed that before....Lingerie here I come!
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