Call me potato head

Ok ok, I am alive, not dead, but my computer has been very ill for a very long time and she is just now up and running. Some hot boy I snatched got her to work right and finally she is done. Hallelujah!

My cousin from South Africa came to visit-quite a nice one, now I know I have nice cousins-heh, this is a new thing for me.

So I am officially tied to boy which means I am not officially dating boy but I officially wear his twisty tie as a ring on my right finger. This is all very technical yet all very simple.

Ok, I must go as my tummy is telling me it didn't appreciate the fish and chips I tried to consume earlier-I was expecting full out english chips and fish and sadly I was diappointed with fish stick type things. Hmmm, very different.

Curithers, remember to note that Americans make crappy fish and don't serve lovely peas with them either.

My love, I thought you knew this already, how silly of you to forget such an important issue that plagues this western colony to the present day. Take care my darling.

Finally! The asparagus hatched!

Finally now, I can post. My lovely dearest computer was sick for such a long time and now it is fixed but seems not to fancy my blog page. Who knows.
Well all is well with boy. Girl could not be happier as he lay here in my arms fast asleep with his lovely eyes...oh wait, was that my outside voice? Perhaps that was my mind thinking what it might like for if he was lying in my arms, how on earth would I type? True, true, this must all be thought out oh dear Curithers....

I am sick. I have a stuffy nose and a sore throat and my neck glands hurt and I can't sleep, hence me posting at like the ungodly hour of 4:30 am. Drinking my tea-cinnamon today, the boy got it for me to try, not a bad choice I must say. I usually don't like cinnamon flavored drinks but this is really lovely. Oh and did you know that Central Market makes lovely tortillas? Yep they do.

Yesterday the boy and I went to the mall and looked around and went to a few other stores. I wore my normal odd attire and you know how many funny looks I got? I mean ok, be a little more non-chalant about it. This is what I was wearing, you be the judge: maroon fuzzy tights, brown cloggish type shoes, a dress to my knees (cream with flowers on it, maroon, purple, green, and blue), and a green pullover sweater on top. Oh and a blue undershirt which you could see out the neck of my shirt. It really wasnt' all that weird.....just everyone else thinks I should look like them I suppose, what would be the fun in that? Hmmm??

Curithers, I do not understand people, the go into a store and buy exactly what is on the manequin in the window, why not be creative and make up your own outfit using that as a possible guide or be brave and do something totally different?

My love, some people are not comfortable with their own personal taste while others just don't know exactly what it really is. Take care oh dear one, people will eventually understand.

Purple Asparagus and Green tea

Blah. I have one more paper to write for this evening and then I will be done until Sunday-with papers at least. Sunday I have to write 2 papers but hey, that's a new week.
Finals just kill me every time. My body is like in rollover mode, it is just rollingover the minutes that I have lost from sleep and is converting them into sanity-something I lack very much presently. I am glad though that I have someone to help me release that insanity, poor people that don't have a boy like mine. He is wonderful. Very sleepy, poor baby, and very tired. He needs to sleep a few days to catch up for the semester. Ok, off to write my paper on Fentanyl Citrate-commonly called....Actiq. Its a cool one, you should read up on it.

Curithers, I am finally nice and warm.

That's lovely my dear, now you are ready to write you paper so go, write away!

The boy

Ok ok I should be doing a report that was due today but hey, I have all night, come on....gimme a break. =-) Here is the deal:

-Ok so we are not dating...we are just super good friends....very very good friends

-I have never kissed him, I have only actually ever practiced with him...its not kissing until its done in the science building on the fourth floor in the little room with a shower and a couch...

-I don't hold his hand, its called warming a poor boy's hands as they have poor circulation due to early childhood frostbite, more of a sympathy/lets help those in need sort of thing

-I don't ever ever ever grab his butt in a seductive way, I am mearly helping him get over his past trauma of a previous relationship telling him he didn't have one, its therapy-remember this, its all for his good because I care

Ok, so those are basically the rules here, oh and I almost forgot...

-I have never pushed him onto my bed wanting to make out with....this is a commonly thought mistake.....he fell backwards when he tripped and then I saw he had a piece of doughnut on his lip and it was going to fall on my lovely duvet cover on my bed so I lept on him to lick it off before my bed was destroyed....it was all very dramatic and emotinal....

Curithers, does this clarify for you anything that may have been fuzzy?

Yes my love, it sure does, completely. You are oh so wise to rectify your actions and what a caring person you are.....

=-)