Nice
guys, good
drugs, and lots of
smooching go hand-in-hand.
Had rehearsal till 10:40 last night (I think our
director forgot that he promised us we would be out of there at 10)-- I was supposed to meet someone at 10, and was really
late as a result, but in the end, it didn't matter. Got to his house,
apologized,
smoked some... and may I say-- Let's hear it for really comfortable
lemon yellow velvet couches! I'm going to be a
couch designer when I grow up, seriously. After this couch experience, it's now my life goal... hehe.
Cuddled a lot, listened to
The Best of The Orb... and for once, I didn't feel
weird and insecure about just being the way I am around someone else. "Would you
SHUT your
FUCKING eyes!! And
stop clacking your jaw!" ... "Well, that's fine."
Kissing, lots and lots of
kissing... suddenly it's 4:30 in the morning??? He has to be up in two hours, I have to be up in three or four.
I hate that. So we can actually sleep, he retires to his room and leaves me on his nice bright fun couch, where I slide off into
dreamland... finally, FINALLY, a decent day.