anniversary

I've burbled about this before, but three years ago at this time, I was a nervous wreck. A few hours later, I was spilling all my nervous-wreckedness all over lcohen and her ex, while we waited for them to take me to the San Leandro BART station to meet stonebender for the first time. Our first date lasted four hours and was *perfect*. I still think about it every time I see Au Cocquelet in Berkeley.

I can't say enough times that stonebender came into my life at a time when I was fighting tooth-and-nail for my happiness, and reminded me that happiness could be easy. It saved my life, and he has stood beside me and helped me be happy ever since.

Yesterday was a nice anniversary date. I was pampered all day. First, loracs bought me yummy potato pancakes while we were out on our errands. Then I went and shopped for anniversary gifts before meeting stonebender after his meeting. We had lunch, then spent the rest of the afternoon alternating sitting and talking with a little wandering and shopping. When we were done with the day's errands, we headed home and watched an hour of Lost, and I made dinner for myself and loracs (stonebender was still full of chorizo).

Lovely, lovely day. And he bought me a fondue pot!! I've wanted one of those for years. Who wants to come and have fondue at my place?

god, this feels good

writing new poems. they may suck, but damn, it feels good to be able to
write after a week of feeling unable to.

Happy poly moment

Heard in our little hobbit-hole this week:

"So I'm in the bedroom, making love with my wife, and I can hear my girlfriend in the kitchen, singing while she makes lunch for us all. I am a lucky, lucky bastard."

And he is, too.

I haven't been much in the mood for sex this week, but I've been *grooving* on all the love and affection in my life. I'm a lucky bastard, too.

wish I knew how

...to make my email posts' lines break right.
I'm gonna try breaking them early, by hand,
and see if that works. I'm tired of seeing a
weird jumble when I look at my journal.

And in other news, the woman I share the
excellent temp job with may be leaving town,
and if she does, I will be full-time at the
excellent temp job, which is a goodness,
though it would also be a goodness to
continue doing this indefinitely, part-
time, because I really really like having
time off to write and do contract work.

Not bad when all the options are good ones.

(no subject)

A friend of mine posted about reading The Metamorphosis for the first time
for a lit class, and how it blew her away. It gave me such a rush of
nostalgia for my college days. Whew.