he lies in bed with me and we talk for hours ...
he likes my cooking, or at least my attempts at it ...
he doesn't laugh when i have to prop my injured leg up on pillows for sex ...
he dyes my hair for me ...
he bought me nifty insta-heat pads for my hurty back ...
and a million other things ...
my chihuahua is whining at me and wants to go to bed, but i'm not ready for sleep yet.
I didn't really want to come to OC just yet, but if we came don't tomorrow, I just would have said "i didn't really want to wake up this early in the day." so it all works out.
we got pizza and salad tonight, and drank beer and took pills. I made tabouleh. we climbed into my bed and did what we do best, albeit with my poor knee immobilized. we then lay there and talked for hours, on many things ... drugs, sex, poetry, ex-girlfriends, cats, seattle, humanity. eventually, i had to decide that if we were going to leave this night, i would have to get out of bed, so we did. i could have stayed there forever.
a new BT cd (signed!) came in the mail on saturday. It was the score to "Monster", which for whatever reason had taken months to be released. It made a very cool soundtrack for the drive ... fullish moon, empty freeways, and this haunting score ...
i'm so in love it disgusts me. sorry if it disgusts you too.
