The One Where The Boy Gets Me A Gift
last night i was a bit stressed about my new training class starting up today. i don't know why i always imagine that the first day is going to be one big parade of errors but i can't seem to stop myself. so i was keyed up and on edge. when i'm over at the boy's house there isn't much to do in the way of staving off a nervous breakdown. so lately i have taken to commanding him to strip down to his skivvies and giving him a full body massage.
can i please get a girlfriend like me? no, seriously. i was at target the other day and bought him a magazine rack... the reason for this being that he claims his life would be better organized with one but is unmotivated to even think of shopping for one. also, his sheets are pretty much shredded so i picked him up some new ones. while i was at it i grabbed some alfredo sauce in a jar. i mentioned this before but that stuff is hard to come by in his neighborhood. i honestly refuse to sit through another one of his rants about the local stop and shop having a crap selection.
but you know what? the boy came through this weekend. he bought me a ray charles dvd to squeal over and forget my troubles. perhaps he's starting to catch on to the idea? i'm not going to hang a whole relationship on him buying me something. that's not how i roll, people. but the thing that he bought me shows that he knows i dig ray and that i'd love to see old footage of the man doing his thing.
isn't "getting each other" part of the good stuff? methinks it 'tis. when i started this diary i knew that i was going to spend a great deal of the time going over my relationships. i had no idea just how bad it was going to be... my journaling, not the relationship. i seriously need a hobby that doesn't include just drinking.
