long time, i've been busy working, it was even my birthday and I didn't tell you, sorry.

So I am now working all weekend. and we are swamped, and the opportunity of this full time job here seems to be growing, on it's own, without any measure, but no say from Michael, my boss or otherwise. It's on the hush hush. which may be great, until I get that phone call from new york on top my horse on the beach asking me if I want a job.
Yes, the date is super cute, and we are being totally old fashioned about the whole thing, either that or she wants me to make some mind blowing giant leap into her bed... we'll see. But now that I think about it, it's fucking awesome, I think I'd flee in terror if this was going any faster( and technically she did jump into my bed 4 hours after we met). She makes me kiss her in public places. Making out on the lawn of Bryant Park during movie night was, memorable, but pda makes me nervous, unless I know it's totally safe. It's a safety issue, is that bad? Anyway she's gone away for the night, off to Virginia, and I kind of miss her. She's very funny, very short, (aint life grand), pretty and holds an intense stare, which instigates getting below the surface of date small talk. Yeah me too, I just want to lie in bed with her, because I am tired, and conduct conversation, via pillow until my words get jumbled and she starts writing all the shit down cuz it's really fucked up, and she keeps laughing, until my eyelids lunge forward like a wolf trap, and she lets me sleep. But that's not date material, that's "I know you" sentimental. That's "I love you even though you're always too tired to fuck, now go bring home the bacon" script. I'm just too tired to be on my best behavior, I'd much rather walk around in my t-shirt and tube socks, eating out of the fridge. I don't need a clever, beautiful, date, I need a mail order bride! But on I date! date date date.

We'll it's the solstice, I'm going out to say good night to the sun