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Dec. 11th, 2002 12:28 amI just licked the envelopes for about 60 holiday cards.
Grossness.
Grossness.
Dec. 11th, 2002
Why are you wearing a bunny suit?
Dec. 11th, 2002 10:51 am( Which Donnie Darko character am I? )
I haven't posted a quiz in eons. Donnie Darko is one of the best movies of the last 10 years, I think.
I haven't posted a quiz in eons. Donnie Darko is one of the best movies of the last 10 years, I think.
I find it somewhat amusing and somewhat scary that I have received several holiday cards so far addressed to both me and Jennifer. One was addressed solely to me but had both of our names on the inside. I'm not sure what this means, exactly.
Perhaps some people wanted to send her a card too but didn't know her address? Or perhaps we're already being seen as a serious couple. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to imply that there's nothing serious about the relationship we share... I'm simply boggling a little bit. And getting a little antsy.
When we were both talking about relocating to Boston this year, a few people assumed (erroneously) that we were going to get a place together. Instead, we broke up and I decided to stay here. She was still going to move to Boston, but thought differently and ended up here. I'm thrilled by this. But we're not living together. We're not even talking about living together, except in that if-I-talk-future-will-it-freak-you-out kind of way. I like having my own space, and I like her having her own space.
At the same time, it's kind of nice to see our names in print together. I talk all the time about the lack of validation, on a large scale, of same-sex relationships. Little bits of small-scale validation are certainly appreciated, even when they /do/ freak me out a little bit. It's because I'm weird, I know. I get freaked out when we spend a weekend together doing various chores (laundry, food shopping, etc.). I get freaked out when our money intermingles too much. I get freaked out when she does a little chore around my house for me. (Oddly, I don't get freaked out when I do that for her.) What's my damage?
Thinking about those envelopes makes me smile, though. Maybe someday.
Perhaps some people wanted to send her a card too but didn't know her address? Or perhaps we're already being seen as a serious couple. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to imply that there's nothing serious about the relationship we share... I'm simply boggling a little bit. And getting a little antsy.
When we were both talking about relocating to Boston this year, a few people assumed (erroneously) that we were going to get a place together. Instead, we broke up and I decided to stay here. She was still going to move to Boston, but thought differently and ended up here. I'm thrilled by this. But we're not living together. We're not even talking about living together, except in that if-I-talk-future-will-it-freak-you-out kind of way. I like having my own space, and I like her having her own space.
At the same time, it's kind of nice to see our names in print together. I talk all the time about the lack of validation, on a large scale, of same-sex relationships. Little bits of small-scale validation are certainly appreciated, even when they /do/ freak me out a little bit. It's because I'm weird, I know. I get freaked out when we spend a weekend together doing various chores (laundry, food shopping, etc.). I get freaked out when our money intermingles too much. I get freaked out when she does a little chore around my house for me. (Oddly, I don't get freaked out when I do that for her.) What's my damage?
Thinking about those envelopes makes me smile, though. Maybe someday.
