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Metal heart, you're not worth a thing.
Last night we were quite indulgent and went to our favorite sushi restaurant (also the home of our infamous first date) and gorged ourselves on the wonders of raw fish and seaweed (with veggie tempura and gyoza appetizers). I could probably eat sushi everyday -- maybe then I would branch out more on what types I'd eat. I like trying new things, but since I don't get to eat it very often, I usually end ordering my favorites over and over again.
I also fulfilled my butch quotient and installed the two window air conditioners last night. I think I needed to do something physical to release some energy, but didn't really feel like working out. Negotiating those 75 pound monsters did the trick. Plus I got to sleep in a cool breezy room, rather than a hot sticky stay-on-your-side-of-the-bed-and-don't-touch-me evening of not sleeping.
I'm recovering pretty well from the whole burglary thing. I'm not sure how well I'd feel if this had happened when living alone, but there's no reason to dwell on that. Also, I'm sort of amazed at how remarkably un-vengeful I'm feeling -- it's not really helpful for me to seeth about the crooks and wish ill on them and fantasize about the horrible things I wish I could do to them. I don't really have any of those urges. I sorta just want the stuff back, namely MelRo's less replaceable stuff. And I want a break-in to never happen again. The former probably isn't likely to happen very easily, the latter is compeletely unpredictable.
But now we are seriously discussing getting a dog. We've talked about it before, but now we have a reason (excuse?) to make concrete plans. The dog would probably be mine, as far as official ownership, but there would maybe be some shared expenses and responsibilities while we're living together.
Funny how we shy away from shared ownership of things, even though we're together and we live together. Pretty much the only thing we split is food -- most all tangible objects officially belong to one of us. But we're both realists and don't like to have overly-romanticized notions of how things will be in the future. It may seem overly practical to some, but maybe it's also related to both of our experiences with the law. We know how messy property disputes can be and how difficult negotiations can be. Frankly, I'm scared of marriage for those exact reasons -- there are a LOT of responsibilities and contractual obligations that people no nothing about when it comes to federal- & state-defined marriage. It's a serious level of commitment that I'm unable and unwilling to entertain right now.
It's hella easier for me to tell someone I'm going to love someone forever, because I think it's fairly true -- even when I'm hating someone I've been intimate with, part of me still loves them. But it's a lot harder to commit to financial interdependency.
But I think I can commit to financially supporting a dog.
I also fulfilled my butch quotient and installed the two window air conditioners last night. I think I needed to do something physical to release some energy, but didn't really feel like working out. Negotiating those 75 pound monsters did the trick. Plus I got to sleep in a cool breezy room, rather than a hot sticky stay-on-your-side-of-the-bed-and-don't-touch-me evening of not sleeping.
I'm recovering pretty well from the whole burglary thing. I'm not sure how well I'd feel if this had happened when living alone, but there's no reason to dwell on that. Also, I'm sort of amazed at how remarkably un-vengeful I'm feeling -- it's not really helpful for me to seeth about the crooks and wish ill on them and fantasize about the horrible things I wish I could do to them. I don't really have any of those urges. I sorta just want the stuff back, namely MelRo's less replaceable stuff. And I want a break-in to never happen again. The former probably isn't likely to happen very easily, the latter is compeletely unpredictable.
But now we are seriously discussing getting a dog. We've talked about it before, but now we have a reason (excuse?) to make concrete plans. The dog would probably be mine, as far as official ownership, but there would maybe be some shared expenses and responsibilities while we're living together.
Funny how we shy away from shared ownership of things, even though we're together and we live together. Pretty much the only thing we split is food -- most all tangible objects officially belong to one of us. But we're both realists and don't like to have overly-romanticized notions of how things will be in the future. It may seem overly practical to some, but maybe it's also related to both of our experiences with the law. We know how messy property disputes can be and how difficult negotiations can be. Frankly, I'm scared of marriage for those exact reasons -- there are a LOT of responsibilities and contractual obligations that people no nothing about when it comes to federal- & state-defined marriage. It's a serious level of commitment that I'm unable and unwilling to entertain right now.
It's hella easier for me to tell someone I'm going to love someone forever, because I think it's fairly true -- even when I'm hating someone I've been intimate with, part of me still loves them. But it's a lot harder to commit to financial interdependency.
But I think I can commit to financially supporting a dog.
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*laugh*
But seriously, anyone who'd want to break in would absolutely have to shoot them to get them to shut up, and I'm amazed at how people who'd probably wade into a bar fight without a second thought will pull up their skirts like Granny on the Looney Tunes and dance away from a couple of nippy little dogs.