Ooooooh mymymy. You ever have those days where you have SO MUCH SHIT TO DO and you start thinking of all the stuff you have to do and you think, "Hm. I should make a list," and then you realize how long that list is going to be, so instead of being constructive and productive with your time, you end up pacing around your apartment, thinking of the list and the SO MUCH SHIT TO DO and just saying FUCK IT and not getting anything done really?
Yeah. I'm havin' one of those.
I'm out of clean underwear. Nothing can be done until I have clean underwear.
Greg was just on the radio. Mmmmm. Sexy voice. Mishmish.
I wonder how long I can keep going on like this, with the laundry sitting there, being dirty, and me here on the computer, not doing anything about it....
So Greg and I had a great conversation last night. I know - go ahead, roll your eyes: COMMENCING MUSHY TALK ABOUT BOYFRIEND.....NOW. Tune out if you wish, but I'm still going to write it.
One of the many, many things I love about this relationship is our ability to communicate on so many different levels openly, honestly, and respectfully. Like last night. I cannot emphasize enough how important and meaningful it is to me to be with someone who can talk to me openly, and who listens. There are just so many different layers in each of us that seem to mesh together so well, and I have mountains of respect for his opinions. We got into this big talk about creativity, what it means to me to create, what I should do to make art a bigger priority in my life, what kind of art I would like to pursue, the things that are different about the way each of us creates and the things that are complimentary or similar... just a really enlightening, productive conversation. There were so many little things about yesterday that made me feel good. My horoscope in the Shepherd included a Pablo Neruda poem. One of my favorite Cure songs was playing when I walked into the Clare. We got free meatloaf from the Palomino. And we had an awesome conversation, during which neither of us felt it rude to periodically share with the other, "I LOVE THIS SONG. Okay, you were saying?" There's a dance to it, a rhythm to our conversations. I love it.
Thank you.
Okay.
Meatloaf.
Laundry.
Make that humming noise in my head go away.