I hate finals. It's the worst week ever. Texas Politics is by FAR and AWAY the worst class I have had the displeasure to read magazines through. Blather and Bother. Eh, one left and then I am FREEEEE for the entire summer. Rock 'n Roll and beaches (not the Bette Midler kind) here I come!
Anydoodle, besides the aforementioned issue, life is going as dandy as candy. I got drunk off beer (well tipsy) for the first time in my existence. Dos XX is my poison of choice and it goes down like wata with that damn salt. Fucking shit do I love salt. Shorty lemme tell ya 'bout my only vice, it has to do with lots of sodium and it ain't nuthin' nice. We will be filming the first bit of Fudge and Lemonade this weekend. Ezra and I got drunk and brainstormed for ideas, so be prepared. Although you won't see it until mid to late June. It takes a long time to make a half hour show.
People I work with are actually noticing that I am losing weight! It is really nice to see that all of this sweating I'm doing is actually paying off. Ezra is pouting about it, but I don't care...I am more confident which means more walking around in the buff, subsequently leading to more hanky panky. And that is good for all! Except maybe Lisa who has to try to block all of our barnyard noises out. Hatchie's herpes are clearing up too! Turns out it was only folliculitis and a pill cures all her woes. The trio is unstoppable once again!
I still really miss everyone and am ever so lonely. Lisa and I fill our voids with shopping (I'm learning her well), but there is nothing to do. I wish people would come visit us (shameless guilt trip). That would make everything sooo much better.
Ezra and I are doing really well. It's weird b/c we started off our relationship without that weird (as Neko would say) "Teenage Feeling" that I usually think is so important. It turns out that as our relationship progresses, I find that feeling readily available to me and I get those butterflies and shivers quite often. Sometimes I drive home from work listening to Otis Redding and just can't wait to see him. It truly is bizarre and wonderful and scary at the same time. But other times I want to pull his eyeballs out and fry them in a pan. Not for long though. Seriously how could someone stay pissed at that face.
Well enough rambling...I'm going to go study and run and sleep. Call me and come visit. PLEASE.
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