Archive for May, 2003

Fleet Week

I know I said I'd update yesterday, but my internet access is limited to usually just the nighttime, and last night I had to work. So I'll update today and tomorrow and that'll still be my three days.

A certain special occurance is happening in Manhattan this week. Something I've never experienced before. It is known as "fleet week," when all the cute navy boys who haven't had sex (with women) in months come ashore in New York City and they parade around the streets of Chelsea and the West Village in all their white glory.

I like Navy boys.

I'm housesitting for a friend in Brooklyn this weekend, which I always enjoy doing. Well, I usually enjoy it. They have a dog, which I have to watch while I'm here, and he has an affinity for eating up my shoes. I'm no Carrie Bradshaw, but my shoes are important to me. Cos I own like, two pairs.

Yesterday I got paid, and yesterday I decided to go and splurge on myself by buying a new cellphone. The one I had before was Tommy's old handmedown, and it felt good to get rid of it and replace it with something better. At the end of the month I'm getting a new number, as well.

But now I need to eat my takeout chinese food and get ready for work. Mwah, loves.

New start in the familiar

I made a new layout, like I'm pretty sure I promised to some people.

And, since I have no readership now except for an abundance of fourteen-year-old-girls, I come to my viewer(s?) with more promises. First, I will update at least three times a week. That is my sworn statement. Which means that I will update today (this entry), tomorrow, and saturday or sunday to fill my quota.

I will have content. Not just song lyrics.

I will attempt to put more pictures online. In keeping with that promise, here's my new baby for today.

I don't even think it needs explaination, but I'll attempt. C.S. took me out to the restaurant featured on many episodes of Seinfeld, Tom's Restaurant. He knew I'd like it because of my obsession with Seinfeld, so I was giggly (somewhat) while we were there. Upon leaving, we went to his car and I noticed something very strange walking down Broadway.

It was a college student, presumably gay, wheeling a giant, inflatable penis in an office chair. I knew I had to take a photo of that.

I was documenting the scene.

So anyway, here's my entry, and my promises, and I will come through on them. I swear.

PS. Anyone wondering at the simplicity of the layout, it was a creative exercise. I wanted to make a layout that I could view on my cell phone.

I'm goofy.

Goddamn you Greymatter and your insistance on titles!

Thursday was the three month anniversary of C.S. and I, though it wasn't the anniversary of when we officially started dating. It was the anniversary of when he and I met. I can't remember when we finally decided to make That Step, due to the fact that this journal isn't the only one I've been neglecting. We've had so many various levels of relationship that I just figured it was easier to mark the date of our meeting as the special one.

Quite frankly, things between us are working better than any other guy I've ever dated.

I mean it. Any other guy. Hands down. He is the best. It's unbelievable how happy he's made me.

And I keep waiting to fuck it up.

So we're boyfriends now, but with different stipulations than I've ever had in a relationship before.

For the explaination of that, I must go back to the days before he and I made that plunge.

I started having this really deep, intellectual conversation with an old friend who I haven't seen much of in a while. The strange thing that was she and I aren't generally prone to deep, intellectual conversations. But we were having one on the subject of relationships and monogamy.

What the conversation basically boiled down to was my discovery that I don't think I am capable of a relationship where I am solely stuck to just one person.

Now, if you know me, you know this is a radical change from everything I've believed in for years. So I'm tentatively trying this with C.S. And it seems to be working.

We're together, but if either of us meets someone else we find attractive, we're allowed to sleep with them without fear of guilt or anger. At least in theory.

When we were lying in bed on the anniversary, I asked him if he'd had sex with anyone else since we'd met. The answer to that question was yes. And I think generally that would've infuriated me.

But for some reason, it didn't. It kindof reasurred me. I think because the answer was yes, I knew, whereas had he said, "No baby," I would've wondered if he was lying.

He means a lot to me. A whole lot. It surprises the fuck out of me, because I never expected things to work like this. Not in the least.

But they did, and they keep working, and I just hope they keep it up.

Oh, I just give up

I know I don't write in here anymore, and that's why it surprises me when people comment on the entries when they get published, or I hear from friends saying, "Oh, I read what you wrote today!" I guess I would've expected everyone to quit checking for updates. But, you haven't.

I got a job. That's my really big news.

But I've actually had this job for nearly three weeks now. I just haven't been able to write anything for the life of me.

C.S. and I have moved from sortof dating to official boyfriends, and yesterday marked the three month anniversary.

Life is going better for me. Kevin was here on Monday and we went to the apartment he's thinking of moving into. And.

I guess that's it.

Maybe I'll update more after I eat.