Thursday
Eric had a half day at work and then he drove us down to Orange County. I asked him how long the drive would be "Four or Five hours right?" He just kind of shrugged and didn't really agree or disagree. Well because the freaking drive was more like seven hours. It was so boring. It's retarded. I don't know how we're still dating half of the time. It's like I have nothing to say and he never starts any conversations on his own ever. EVER. So it's just like um seven hours of freaking nothing but listening to the radio. It's retarded. I fucking hate being stuck in the car for long periods of time to begin with let alone with somebody who does not fucking talk. I hate driving with him. Ugh. Boy suck. I need to learn the art of lesbian sex. Lol like it's so hard but apparently men have so much trouble learning the art.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Tuesday
We out to this pizza place for dinner and let me just describe the employees working that evening to help you get a feel. Two hispanic teenage boys, one slightly overweight the other obese. And a girl who I would guess was about 19 or 20. She looked like a bad mix of punk and goth. She looked like she could have been really cute if she hadn't stuck with one style and had it done well. She looked a little stuck on herself thought, which just makes me laugh. Well we ordered a vegetarian pizza with pineapple instead of olives. (Eric is a freak and does not like olives!) Eric was playing an arcade game and I just watched and waited for our pizza. Yum greasy goodness.
The obese guys came over with the pizza and said they messed up and they put olives on it and suggested that they could make a medium pizza that would be correct. Eric was playing the game and told me to decide so I told them sure. He offered and he did not seem angry or anything so sure what the hell they fucked-up. Give me my free pizza.
So anyways to the point of this glorious story. Eric ate mostly the smaller pizza and I didn't eat any of that since it had no olives and I like olives etc. At 3 a.m. I woke-up when Eric got out of bed and I saw him stop at the doorway and stop and there was a splashing sound. I asked what happened and he replied that he threw-up. Well I got up and checked on him, he was in the bathroom which was right outside of his bedroom so if he had just made it about 4 feet more that lovely mess of vomit would have been on the tile. Damn it. Well he was in the bathroom and he threw-up again this time in the toilet and still was sick.
I got a roll of papertowels and asked for some carpet cleaner. Luckily Eric had a bottle of resolve. I do not know why but anyways I got to work. The aroma of stomach acid was the worst part but it was dissipating quickly which was good and bad. Bad because it absorbing into the carpet and quickly. It seriously took like an entire roll of towels. And believe me I am very very very against not wasting papertowels but in this case I made an exception. The chunks of partially digested cheese made cleaning pretty hard but I got it out and then went to bed. Needless to say Eric called in to work the next morning.
We out to this pizza place for dinner and let me just describe the employees working that evening to help you get a feel. Two hispanic teenage boys, one slightly overweight the other obese. And a girl who I would guess was about 19 or 20. She looked like a bad mix of punk and goth. She looked like she could have been really cute if she hadn't stuck with one style and had it done well. She looked a little stuck on herself thought, which just makes me laugh. Well we ordered a vegetarian pizza with pineapple instead of olives. (Eric is a freak and does not like olives!) Eric was playing an arcade game and I just watched and waited for our pizza. Yum greasy goodness.
The obese guys came over with the pizza and said they messed up and they put olives on it and suggested that they could make a medium pizza that would be correct. Eric was playing the game and told me to decide so I told them sure. He offered and he did not seem angry or anything so sure what the hell they fucked-up. Give me my free pizza.
So anyways to the point of this glorious story. Eric ate mostly the smaller pizza and I didn't eat any of that since it had no olives and I like olives etc. At 3 a.m. I woke-up when Eric got out of bed and I saw him stop at the doorway and stop and there was a splashing sound. I asked what happened and he replied that he threw-up. Well I got up and checked on him, he was in the bathroom which was right outside of his bedroom so if he had just made it about 4 feet more that lovely mess of vomit would have been on the tile. Damn it. Well he was in the bathroom and he threw-up again this time in the toilet and still was sick.
I got a roll of papertowels and asked for some carpet cleaner. Luckily Eric had a bottle of resolve. I do not know why but anyways I got to work. The aroma of stomach acid was the worst part but it was dissipating quickly which was good and bad. Bad because it absorbing into the carpet and quickly. It seriously took like an entire roll of towels. And believe me I am very very very against not wasting papertowels but in this case I made an exception. The chunks of partially digested cheese made cleaning pretty hard but I got it out and then went to bed. Needless to say Eric called in to work the next morning.
Monday, December 20, 2004
Monday
Anna drove me to the airport for my flight to Sacremento, CA to see Eric. He had called me like Saturday night and told me to arrange it to come out for Christmas and he would buy the ticket. Shockingly by Sunday night I had gotten all of my shifts covered. So Eric bought a ticket for me to leave Monday night and return January 7th, Friday night.
I had a stop in Ontario with not much layover. But I do not mind stops because it gives me a chance to walk around and pee. I had peeing on airplanes for some reason. I always have hated it and avoid it like the plague.
I arrived in Sacremento which is a really tiny airport which surprised me considering it's the capitol of California and an international airport! Eric was outside waiting at the curb and when I went out I just started putting my bags in the car. He didn't even make any advances to give me a huge or anything. Boys are so lame. I know you may be thinking, well why didn't I? Because...I want to see if he does and hello...he has the penis which means he is the one who is supposed to do the advances.
Then we went out to dinner and it was sorta late so we went to Lyons. Which I have never heard of, but it's like a Denny's just nicer and has a better menu.
Anna drove me to the airport for my flight to Sacremento, CA to see Eric. He had called me like Saturday night and told me to arrange it to come out for Christmas and he would buy the ticket. Shockingly by Sunday night I had gotten all of my shifts covered. So Eric bought a ticket for me to leave Monday night and return January 7th, Friday night.
I had a stop in Ontario with not much layover. But I do not mind stops because it gives me a chance to walk around and pee. I had peeing on airplanes for some reason. I always have hated it and avoid it like the plague.
I arrived in Sacremento which is a really tiny airport which surprised me considering it's the capitol of California and an international airport! Eric was outside waiting at the curb and when I went out I just started putting my bags in the car. He didn't even make any advances to give me a huge or anything. Boys are so lame. I know you may be thinking, well why didn't I? Because...I want to see if he does and hello...he has the penis which means he is the one who is supposed to do the advances.
Then we went out to dinner and it was sorta late so we went to Lyons. Which I have never heard of, but it's like a Denny's just nicer and has a better menu.
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