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End of Weekend. ;(
Aug. 31st, 2003 10:23 pmI'm a naughty little girl. I'm playing music that's distracting ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
totte from writing in his journal. It started with the G thang song. He protested, but I reminded him that *I* am not the one that owns a Snoop Dogg CD. He'll probably bite me for publishing that little tidbit of information. Anyway. I've moved on to bigger and better things like Eminem singing Ice Ice Baby to the tune of Slim Shady. (No, neither of those songs are indicative of the kind of crap I typically listen to, just in case you were reevaluating our friendship after this paragraph. Just being irritating tonight.)
We're such funny little people. We make Events out of the smallest things. Had to run off just now to take lots of before and after pictures of Magnus shaving off part of his beard. I even took 60 seconds worth of video of the shaving process. *laugh* Now he looks a little funny, but I suspect a day or two will take care of that. I'd post pictures, but the after ones just look all red and itchy. It's funny, my feelings about his beard. On one hand, I think it suits him. On the other hand.. see, we met for the first time four years ago. I had just turned 20 earlier in the month while he was just about to turn 25. I was living with my parents and still in school; he was managing international business alliances for Dell. He was afraid that I would think he was too old, and he knew the beard made him look older, so he shaved it off before coming over the first time. So in a small way, the beardless M is still the image I have of him in my head. I kind of want him to shave the whole thing off again.. even though he might very well look better with it. He's strongly resistant, though. :)
It feels so wrong to have to work tomorrow while M is at home. You know, we really are as obnoxious as we sound. We never go anywhere alone unless we have to. But tomorrow should be a nicer day at work than usual, since he's promised to come visit me and take me to lunch.
Oh! It was April! Duh. I've been having trouble with the existence of today. I had decided that today was the 1st of September, because obviously August only has 30 days. I knew that was wrong, given that my calendar clearly had a 31 marked. It was the little rhyme, though, that I kept thinking about. 30 days has September, August, June and November--all the rest have 31 (except February, which has 28 and doesn't rhyme, either.) It just hit me out of the blue that it should have been April. Oh, the things that a bored mind worries about.
totte from writing in his journal. It started with the G thang song. He protested, but I reminded him that *I* am not the one that owns a Snoop Dogg CD. He'll probably bite me for publishing that little tidbit of information. Anyway. I've moved on to bigger and better things like Eminem singing Ice Ice Baby to the tune of Slim Shady. (No, neither of those songs are indicative of the kind of crap I typically listen to, just in case you were reevaluating our friendship after this paragraph. Just being irritating tonight.)We're such funny little people. We make Events out of the smallest things. Had to run off just now to take lots of before and after pictures of Magnus shaving off part of his beard. I even took 60 seconds worth of video of the shaving process. *laugh* Now he looks a little funny, but I suspect a day or two will take care of that. I'd post pictures, but the after ones just look all red and itchy. It's funny, my feelings about his beard. On one hand, I think it suits him. On the other hand.. see, we met for the first time four years ago. I had just turned 20 earlier in the month while he was just about to turn 25. I was living with my parents and still in school; he was managing international business alliances for Dell. He was afraid that I would think he was too old, and he knew the beard made him look older, so he shaved it off before coming over the first time. So in a small way, the beardless M is still the image I have of him in my head. I kind of want him to shave the whole thing off again.. even though he might very well look better with it. He's strongly resistant, though. :)
It feels so wrong to have to work tomorrow while M is at home. You know, we really are as obnoxious as we sound. We never go anywhere alone unless we have to. But tomorrow should be a nicer day at work than usual, since he's promised to come visit me and take me to lunch.
Oh! It was April! Duh. I've been having trouble with the existence of today. I had decided that today was the 1st of September, because obviously August only has 30 days. I knew that was wrong, given that my calendar clearly had a 31 marked. It was the little rhyme, though, that I kept thinking about. 30 days has September, August, June and November--all the rest have 31 (except February, which has 28 and doesn't rhyme, either.) It just hit me out of the blue that it should have been April. Oh, the things that a bored mind worries about.
