Love like the movies

Yes, okay...so it's been a week since I've posted and I've gotten my second request for an update so here ya go. However, my mind is scattered and I have a long long list of things I could/should/want to talk about...so I probably won't end up talking about any of them really. I'll just throw shit out there and whatever catches your eye, let me know and I'll get more in depth about things in future posts. Promise.

For now, I think I'll start with the most recent and work my way back. You haven't heard from me for the last few days because I've been at The Thing's house. And while it's true that he has not one but two computers and a kickass internet connection, I tend to be occupied with better things then blogging whilst with My Thing. Especially this weekend since we weren't together the previous weekend and the weekend before that I was in a pain/percocet induced haze due to my surgery...so it had been three weeks since The Thing and I had any, uh, quality time together. And once again proving what a sweetie he is, when I mentioned Wednesday evening how much I was missing him, The Thing immediately started coughing, stated that he thought he was coming down with something, and that he wouldn't be able to make it into work on Friday...so if I happened to be feeling poorly myself and didn't think I'd be able to make it to my job on Friday...well...we could have a long weekend. My response?
::COUGH, COUGH, HACK::
So I arrived at The Thing's house Thursday evening.
[grin]
And remember the whole Dave Matthews vs. The Other Dave Matthews confusion? Well, I have now been properly introduced to him and his girlfriend, and with said introduction, let me introduce to you The Thing's friends Inigo and Buttercup. And before any of you movie dorks jump on me, yes I am well aware that Buttercup was Wesley's girl and not Inigo's but, well, he makes a better Inigo and Buttercup was the only chick in the flick. So deal with it. Besides, it gives me the chance to say, Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father prepare to die. And what the fuck is better then that?

Saturday spent with them provides much for discussion...starting with just the basic 'friend' issue. Thing has more friends then people I've met in my life. I have difficulty making and maintaining friendships. I just don't play well with others, I usually say. I actually think it's just because I've spent the last decade and a half sheltered in an unhealthy environment. But that's one of the items that will need an entire post in and of itself to discuss...

That and Buttercup totally needs to start a blog of her own. I'm trying to talk her in to it. I've even picked a name for it already. Would you guys check out a blog titled 'At least I don't shit my pants', if there was one?

Eduardo called me this evening to wish me a Happy Valentine's day. WTF?

Here's another item for the "Discuss in depth at a future time' list: I totally missed/forgot the one year anniversary of the day The Paperweight walked out on me and the kids. It was like 2-3 weeks ago...I just remembered this weekend. Says a lot, doesn't it?

Um, yeah...and I think The Paperweight is still in love with me...at least, as much as he is capable of 'loving' someone other then himself. Add that to the list as well.

I quit smoking after my surgery. I put on 10 lbs in the first 10 days. I quit weighing myself after that. By day 13, I couldn't button my pants. Day 14, I was biting the heads off of small children. Day 15, I bought a pack of cigarettes.

Work sucks. I mean really. I did a whole 'I put my foot down you all can go fuck yourselves' thing week before last. It was awesome. Add that to the list.

I've also gotten around to adding and updating some links. Make sure to check out my fellow bloggers and Marcia's gorgeous charms.

Oh, and if you're not listening to The Avett Brothers, you should be.