After reading one of TPQ’s posts a few weeks ago where there was talk of black pants shopping I realized I didn’t own a pair of plain black dress pants either and decided to do something about it. So my partner and i went shopping. This was especially hard for my partner, who hates to shop for clothes. She has this great system though, which involves her mother buying her a full wardrobe every christmas and me buying her random things i see that i think will look really hot on her. This system severely reduces the need for her to shop, which is good, because shopping for clothes (or even the proposal) makes her pout like a six year old.
January 30, 2009
January 29, 2009
Stupid things to imagine
After Dick Armey’s comment on Hardball last night, I’ve been imagining him and Larry Craig in a bathroom stall together. Here’s the dialogue:
Craig: “I love my wife.”
Armey: “I’m glad you’re not my wife.”
Yeah… laughter ensues.
January 27, 2009
just randomness
I’ve spent a lot of time working on my thesis, and since I now have to wear a band-aid on one finger to keep the callus from blistering over, I have decided to create the verb “thesising.” I think it fits. Anything that scars should be a verb.
I have been telling my wife “I loves you,” and just a bit ago I realized that it is equivalent to referring to myself in the third person.
The new kitten is tearing up the house (except, I think it is more appropriately tearing down the house).
I have negative 86 dollars in my bank account and 5 cigarettes.
The kitten thinks the fireplace sprays water at her because we used the amos-inator (the water bottle we got to teach the dog boundaries) to keep her from climbing up the chimney today. The fire wasn’t on. (more…)
January 12, 2009
Thinking too much…
Lin’s cousin Cindy got married Saturday night. We were at the wedding. I spent too much time thinking about the preacher’s misogyny and whether or not Lin and I were too visibly queer. I don’t know Greg (the new husband)’s family (they’re catholic) and I didn’t want to upset anyone… so I asked Lin’s aunt Lynn (mother of the bride) if it would be okay if Lin and I danced. She said yes, so we did. But only in the corner where few people would notice. I’m sure they noticed, but mostly people are too polite to talk about such things. We managed not to embarrass Lin’s mother. (more…)
January 10, 2009
facing the thesis
I’m sitting in rural Maryland with the people I call my out-laws. They’re Lin’s parents. They live in a small town called North East, but they really live about 6 miles outside of that bustling metropolis (with two stoplights and a few four-way stops) on a cul-de-sac next to Lin’s uncle. Her cousin is getting married tonight. We are wearing slightly matching outfits, but only because we both liked the vests we found and both of us ended up buying black corduroy pants instead of dress slacks. Lin’s butt is large and round (like I like them) and they only really fit well in jeans. Nothing else looks right on her. I tried on some slacks, but they all have too much crotch room. (more…)
