Week? Weak?
Aug. 31st, 2007 06:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryMonday - Woke up groggy. Couldn't resist naked Ken on the bed. Looked like a hobo at work. Sex after work, then D&D.
Tuesday - Ken's brother was in town, and at first I wasn't sure if I was invited, but at home Ken was like "I want to make sure it's some place nice, and someplace where Eric can eat more than just bread.." so thrilled. Except that then we ended up going to Baja Betty's, where I can eat, um, chips……We went bar hopping after that, which is not my thing, but I have nothing against doing it because I know how important family is to Ken. We only went to four bars, but we were out for about 5 hrs. Stayed in fairly good spirits for 3 of them, tuckered by the last one. Fight with Ken on the way home. I expect better of him than to have us go to dinner somewhere I can't eat, and he accused me of trying to fuck up his evening. Ate a tomato and sf/ff pudding before going to bed. Go me, not binging. Slept in our bed, not touching. Not happy.
Wednesday - Feel awful at work. Busy night tonight - shopping for ingredients, making pie crust dough and frosting, dinner with Jason. More fighting/talking with Ken, but we're ending up in a good place. Got out of work early, went shopping for the last of the pake baking ingredients. Also bought weekend essentials (read: vodka) ;-) Waited at home for Ken for about an hour - I know he had errands to run, but I thought he was going to come home first. Ate loaf of bread while I waited. Intended to make dough and frosting immediately, but fighting migraine all day long, so layed down for a bit instead. Didn't sleep, but Ken kissed me while I did, and that was nice. Jason and I were supposed to go for India Princess, but I had just eaten a loaf of bread so…..he came over anyway, and we ended up going there. I really just wanted to see what all this "India-Asian Fusion" business was about, so I was content to just sit and drink water while he ate. Bitches still tried to charge us for two!! Had a really great conversation with Jason - we both got a bunch of stuff out, just about life in general. Went home, where Ken was still doing laundry. Made my frosting and my crust, neither of which turned out as well as I was hoping, but we'll see. Layed down with Ken, and kept having old stuff swim up in my head that made me mad. Mostly, it was the sandwhiches from last year's birthday that I kept thinking about and twitching. People get upset with me all the time because I don't know what I want for my birthday, and then I decide what I want, and they get mad and say it's not about me. WTF. Eventually pushed it down, as it was just nice to be all couply again, and my anger over that had nothing to do with the man holding me.
Thursday - Happy Birthday me! Woke very groggy, and really wanted to just stay in bed. Went to the kitchen to my list of stuff to bring over to CdC, and foud a small bag from Ken. It had a coupon book, good for things like an age-free birthday (dinner and cake - candles optional) and the like, a book called "the happy pig", and a card from him containing a note and a key to the apartment. Outstanding. The key was really kind of due to me anyway, since I'm paying rent for September, but it was a very sweet way to present me with it, so it's cool. I wrote a note that said "HEART", but he got out of the shower before I left, so I kissed him many times.
At work, found a card from my co-workers wishing me a happy birthday. I don't try to keep my day a secret, but I also don't tell anybody that it's going on. Meh. That, I suppose is what Myspace is for.
After work, I got home before Ken, made myself a birthday cocktail. We had pretty rockin sex when he did get home, and he even came in a position he usually doesn't. Things kind of took a dip after that. He asked me what I wanted for dinner, and of course I have no opinion, so we went with his idea - Subway… take out Subway…I wasn't ecstatic about Subway, but I was okay with it right up until the take out part….I'm not a snob, but I'll sleep with a girl before I'm taken for take out Subway for my birthday. Ken got a sandwich, and I had an energy bar at home. I am learning to be more vocal when I want things, but I don't think, in this particular case, that I should have had to say something.
The day never really recovered from that. Ken read about some DJ he wanted to go see downtown, but he doesn't go there alone, and I don't go there, and especially don't go there on my birthday. I encouraged him to go with another friend, but all of his other friends were busy, and he seemed mildly irritated that I wouldn't go anyway, though he didn't say anything to that effect. The pake turned out very very little like what I imagined, in the sense that the center layer had no mint taste whatsoever, was not green, and was almost pudding-like in consistency. I was pleased with the end product of my frosting, though. Bigbigbig thanks to Nicole, Amy, and Jess for coming over and showing the love, and for the invitation to go out. Got home, started drinking. Stopped before I got too drunk (read: before I passed out/pissed on anything). Ken went to bed without saying goodnight - I thought about going out, or at least sleeping on the couch, but ended up just going to bed.
Tuesday - Ken's brother was in town, and at first I wasn't sure if I was invited, but at home Ken was like "I want to make sure it's some place nice, and someplace where Eric can eat more than just bread.." so thrilled. Except that then we ended up going to Baja Betty's, where I can eat, um, chips……We went bar hopping after that, which is not my thing, but I have nothing against doing it because I know how important family is to Ken. We only went to four bars, but we were out for about 5 hrs. Stayed in fairly good spirits for 3 of them, tuckered by the last one. Fight with Ken on the way home. I expect better of him than to have us go to dinner somewhere I can't eat, and he accused me of trying to fuck up his evening. Ate a tomato and sf/ff pudding before going to bed. Go me, not binging. Slept in our bed, not touching. Not happy.
Wednesday - Feel awful at work. Busy night tonight - shopping for ingredients, making pie crust dough and frosting, dinner with Jason. More fighting/talking with Ken, but we're ending up in a good place. Got out of work early, went shopping for the last of the pake baking ingredients. Also bought weekend essentials (read: vodka) ;-) Waited at home for Ken for about an hour - I know he had errands to run, but I thought he was going to come home first. Ate loaf of bread while I waited. Intended to make dough and frosting immediately, but fighting migraine all day long, so layed down for a bit instead. Didn't sleep, but Ken kissed me while I did, and that was nice. Jason and I were supposed to go for India Princess, but I had just eaten a loaf of bread so…..he came over anyway, and we ended up going there. I really just wanted to see what all this "India-Asian Fusion" business was about, so I was content to just sit and drink water while he ate. Bitches still tried to charge us for two!! Had a really great conversation with Jason - we both got a bunch of stuff out, just about life in general. Went home, where Ken was still doing laundry. Made my frosting and my crust, neither of which turned out as well as I was hoping, but we'll see. Layed down with Ken, and kept having old stuff swim up in my head that made me mad. Mostly, it was the sandwhiches from last year's birthday that I kept thinking about and twitching. People get upset with me all the time because I don't know what I want for my birthday, and then I decide what I want, and they get mad and say it's not about me. WTF. Eventually pushed it down, as it was just nice to be all couply again, and my anger over that had nothing to do with the man holding me.
Thursday - Happy Birthday me! Woke very groggy, and really wanted to just stay in bed. Went to the kitchen to my list of stuff to bring over to CdC, and foud a small bag from Ken. It had a coupon book, good for things like an age-free birthday (dinner and cake - candles optional) and the like, a book called "the happy pig", and a card from him containing a note and a key to the apartment. Outstanding. The key was really kind of due to me anyway, since I'm paying rent for September, but it was a very sweet way to present me with it, so it's cool. I wrote a note that said "HEART", but he got out of the shower before I left, so I kissed him many times.
At work, found a card from my co-workers wishing me a happy birthday. I don't try to keep my day a secret, but I also don't tell anybody that it's going on. Meh. That, I suppose is what Myspace is for.
After work, I got home before Ken, made myself a birthday cocktail. We had pretty rockin sex when he did get home, and he even came in a position he usually doesn't. Things kind of took a dip after that. He asked me what I wanted for dinner, and of course I have no opinion, so we went with his idea - Subway… take out Subway…I wasn't ecstatic about Subway, but I was okay with it right up until the take out part….I'm not a snob, but I'll sleep with a girl before I'm taken for take out Subway for my birthday. Ken got a sandwich, and I had an energy bar at home. I am learning to be more vocal when I want things, but I don't think, in this particular case, that I should have had to say something.
The day never really recovered from that. Ken read about some DJ he wanted to go see downtown, but he doesn't go there alone, and I don't go there, and especially don't go there on my birthday. I encouraged him to go with another friend, but all of his other friends were busy, and he seemed mildly irritated that I wouldn't go anyway, though he didn't say anything to that effect. The pake turned out very very little like what I imagined, in the sense that the center layer had no mint taste whatsoever, was not green, and was almost pudding-like in consistency. I was pleased with the end product of my frosting, though. Bigbigbig thanks to Nicole, Amy, and Jess for coming over and showing the love, and for the invitation to go out. Got home, started drinking. Stopped before I got too drunk (read: before I passed out/pissed on anything). Ken went to bed without saying goodnight - I thought about going out, or at least sleeping on the couch, but ended up just going to bed.
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Date: 2007-08-31 10:07 pm (UTC)Ohhh how I loved this.
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:13 am (UTC)Sorry it wasn't all you expected. If you need ice cream, let me know. Especially if that new place that was gonna open has soft serve after all :)
Happy birthday!
Date: 2007-09-04 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 05:39 pm (UTC)