“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” -Neil Gaiman
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Monday, August 9
Thoughts on a Monday
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” -Neil Gaiman
Monday, August 2
Weekend Updates

Ok so I suppose I am a bit hasty and feisty when I post. I post my feelings in that moment. The later they simmer down and I am k and can look at things objectively again. I am strange that way. Lol.
So this weekend we had a pretty good time. He discovered a drive-in about an hour away and for $6 a piece we watched Dinner for Schmucks and Grown Ups. It was fantastic. I felt like we were in Grease. Lol. I mean the radio before the movies started were playing this 50s and 60s music the whole time. And it looked like we were in a small town back in that time, the happy time, not the tense racist kind. Lol. We were pleased to find out we weren't the only people of the...erm...darker persuasion there so that added a comfort factor. Lol. We got pizza, popcorn, corn dogs and soda. Total fat kid snacks. And it was hot but as the sun went down it got better. These two ass clowns next to us decided they would keep their car on the whole night until he got out and asked them to stop cuz we were breathing in fumes. We liked Grown Ups better but both were fun to watch. In between the movies he took me outside the car to show me constellations. He is big into astronomy and used to teach it. I just love stars and like it when he explains them to me.
We got home super late and had a good night. Saturday was fun. We went to this nice breakfast place and then shopping. I was bummed to find out I apparently have gone up a size in pants. No bueno. Breaking out the ab tapes and getting these hips under control. I am a 4 now. Not terrible, but its always a shock no matter what size you are, when you are no longer that size and you go up. I was getting down cuz everything was pricey and not fitting how I wanted it to. He totally took over and became my personal shopper and picked out things for me to try on. Then we went home and he cooked goat curry for me. We watched movies the rest of the night.
Anyway....long story short. This was a good weekend. Some issues arose with "Musikana Umwe" and the texting and the nickname for her though he says only me and ex-open-relationship-girlfriend were the only ones. I didn't think so and I was right. Musikana Umwe even invited him kumuchato. Muchato wacho iri before muchato wandirikuenda. And I have a sinking suspicion that musikana wach akabikirwa naye. Actually I know it as a fact since ndakazviverenga. It annoys me so much. I just wish he knew how it hurt me when i get half truths andinoziva the answers to. I wish he understood that the truth is far more important than the consequences. Sigh. I am trying to focus on the positive for now. Ameno, we'll see.
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