Slice of life

Slice of life

I have been having a great week

On Monday my squishy went down to Dover to play DnD with his party. He hasn't been able to do so in a while because of work. But since he has hours and hours of time he'll lose if he doesn't use it up, he's taking it. An dedicating it to something he really enjoys.

So when he came home at 3 am, I had been fed and watered, and had plenty of time to myself to watch anime and update my facebook. I also had the chance to catch up with some of my peeps on here. <3

He came in, sat down on the floor, and geeked out about his new character for over an hour. I just embraced his excitement and followed along. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that he was going to be the heavy hand character in this game- he always seems to be that, even when he DMs... His NPCs are always "show up and decimate" kinds of characters.

We sat up past sunrise talking and debating on the weekend (our weekend is tues- thurs), We tried to make plans to start thinking about buying a house, but we just kept going off into debates on which part of the basement would have to be partitioned for the bowling alley, and what would be the best place to have a rally race track. I finally put my hand down, and asked him if we could seriously talk about it. He responded I thought we already figured it out.
Then I started listing necessities
He finished the list- we set up a plan for a basic search, and decided we are not going to go anywhere that we would be bothered. So we decided to stay right where we are, but hopefully in a house.

So from there- well it's just been a bunch of playing.
Brutal Legend for the Xbox is a fun kind of Satirical Soap Opera in a world of Metal, featuring Ozzy Osborne.
We had a game of catch while we watched glee. Don't worry, it was with a nurf football. But somehow it devolved into a chase and throw kind of game, where I was held by the wrist- dragging for my bedroom, as he pelted me in the back of the neck with a hunk of buoyant foam. It bounded back off me and into his face. And all this after he had told me he wanted me to stop going for his glasses. I had to explain to him that "OBviously the universe needs you to have you glasses hitten." But he decided I should probably not be the conduit for the universe- since I was more unpredictable than the ebb and flow of the whole of chaos in existence.
But thats his opinion. While I doubt that I have little dissimilarities with other individuals, he is always certain to disagree.
But then again, he could have just been saying that for his own safetly- seeing as I was holding my fingers at his face, aiming for the most pinchy point of his glasses and trying to twist his other arm.

Most of our time spent together was a mess of trying not to giggle with one another about nothing but the amazing nature of the world.
We got into a conversation about how a Norwegian decedent, born in England, made it all the way over to the US coast and fell under the gaze of of a weird little girl from Springfield. ^///^ We kinda gushed, we kinda cuddled, but mostly- we just enjoyed ourselves, one another, and celebrated in quiet humor- the magic behind our meeting.
We talked about the changes we can see and want to implement in the world of web access
We mused about high school, the cliques, the teachers, how we were both pegged as our schools Columbine Couple. And like we always do- we recounted the story of how we scared the iibiibus out of that kid when we saw him on the street in our home town one year past college. That always makes us smile.

Well other than playing games, and watching tv, and having some really great conversations, we've been sleeping. As much as we can, and as much as we want. We are both always exhausted, so we try to keep a handle on that by napping where we are.

Oh and I can't forget to mention that we watched wrestling. And I am really enjoying the Hornswaggle Cena vs DX story line. I know they are playing it a little lame, but Vince mcmahon really knows a thing about entertainment. Plus wrestling has always been a little silly and lame. I mean, in what other industry does someone become a little bitch because he cuts his hair and puts on a suit? ...I miss you Jericho... grow your hair back, I need your smile once more.

Plus everyone is getting excited about the New MCR album. I won't lie, I am too. I can't wait to hear the epic rock style this new record is heading for. I am really looking forward to the ballad on the record. One of these days they are gonna make music that really touches the listener. I will wait with anticipation.
I guess that means the lucky fans in Australia are going to be the first to hear it live. I hope we can hear all about it here!

And with that *checks watch* I am done. I hope everyone has a fantabulous day, and we'll catch you - always - on the flip side. *salute*

the spoils of love for this week:
I have my first Domo kun from 711. he has headphones and a slurpee and he's singing to his music- looks like he's listening to screamo.
A box of petit ecolier Dark chocolate biscuits.
The success of an adult play time well experimented with.
a feast of cheeseburick proportions. Which was well received after our ronin diet: pickles and rice.
The high that comes after hours of physical play (wrestling and chasing, and whatnot)
My new Wardrobe. OK i really just added a belt, a ball chain key ring, and a pair of handcuffs to my jeans, but it just feels right.
Figuring out what age I now belong to. Now I know the place where I should be wiggling my little butt into. And I see The Kirby on the curtain rod is celebrating with his happy little "finished level" dance.

"Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts~♪"