Sometimes people are freedom

Tom and me almost went to shit last night I thought he kicked me out of the bedroom but he didn’t and then we talked and he said fuck a lot and I cried and then he kept talking and I calmed down and now I feel more comfortable with our differing opinions because I still believe we’ll be able to reach a common ground about them.

So then tom calls me while I’m in a stoopid meeting this evening and he left me a message saying he had gotten of work and he suggested we could go somewhere for dinner, or order some in, or go for a walk, or play a game… and I was thinking “awww… he’s asking me out!”

So when he picked me up from my meeting, he asked me if I’d gotten his message and which one I wanted to do.

So I said what any girl in her right mind would do: “All of them!”

So we ordered some non-round eye food and now we are going to play a game. But the game I want to play is not under our coffee table:

Tom: So what game do you want to play?
Phx: ……….doctor
Tom: now?
Phx: *smiles*
Tom: what got you in that mood?
Phx: I ate. Duh!

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And I found out tonight that one of my bestest friend's second cousin got caught off the coast of Spain. He's one of the dudes mentioned in the last paragraph. Read it.

It's weird how in the evening I find it easier to write like this--not all well thought out and organized and everything. I think it comes from reading this blog and this one and this one.

If I had an analogy about Raymi it would be that I am like a little fat toddler hanging onto a couch, but there is a coffee table waaay out there that I want to get to. but my legs are so shakey and i've never walked on my own. if i walk it i'll be totally new totally weird, but i really really want to, so i stretch out for it and i walk, wobble, topple over. Raymi is my coffee table.

And what's even weirder than that is that my computer is totally fucked and keeps freezing and stalling every three seconds, so to get it out of that i have to hit ctrl alt delete and then it gives me a list of all the pgms that are running and i pick some random one but not the internet and shut that whatever one down and it frees up my internet again.

And now I gotta go because this stalling is pissing me off; I couldn't even post a pic of cocaine. And I gotta get warmed up for Scrabble or tom is going to beat me by 300 or whatever points he beat me by last time. And I'm the writer, andthe reader of this relationship!!! And English is the third language he learned. What a poot.