corporate accounts payable, nina speaking
30 October 2002 at 1:16 pm

last night, aaron made chicken alfredo (delectable ... if i wasn't a chubby bunny before ... ) for michelle and i and we watched when harry met sally. we spent the first quarter of the movie trying to figure out how to make the fucking vcr work because we could hear the audio but the visual was all fucked up. we were about to give up and just enjoy the dialogue (because, really, that's the best part of the movie) when i accidentally sat on the remote and changed the channel to 4 instead of 3 and boom, movie.

yeah. uh. yeah.

you know the part when they're playing pictionary and sally's trying to draw "baby talk" and everyone's coming up with everything but baby talk, including baby fish mouth, and at the end jess says, "baby talk! that's not a phrase!" and harry says, "oh, and baby fish mouth is sweeping the nation." after that, aaron asked if his pet name for me could be baby fish mouth.

it's nice being with someone as weird as i am.

and pet names? after a week and a half? swoon.

and it's not like i have the whole movie memorized. or anything... like...that...

and it's not like i trust him enough already to let him borrow my car and my credit card. but i told him that in a month, he'll just pay for everything and all will be well in the world.

still terrified that we're together because i'm there.

it's so. so. so nice having someone to kiss good morning and good night and hello and goodbye and someone to give me back massages and someone to give massages to and oi: sex whenever the fuck i want it. this is the life.

and: during that part when harry tells sally she's the worst kind -- high maintenance, but she thinks she low maintenance -- and i asked him when i was and he said low maintenance (haha, and everyone said i would be a high maintenance girlfriend) but that he was high maintenance right now.

which is true. i mean, fuck. the weird thing is, i never wanted to be with anyone who needed me more than i needed him, and it seems like that's the way it is, but at this point, methinks we need each other.

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.