I think…

…that I’m in love. I’m sitting here, checking MySpace and other stuff while listening to Frank Sinatra’s “One for My Baby (and One More for the Road).” Someone New is snoring in the background. I never want this to end. I want to crawl in bed, curl up with him (he’ll do that half wake-up, what-are-you-doing-here snuggle where he puts his arms around me and squeezes) and just breathe.

Then, I’ll get too hot and roll over. But I’ll put my leg far enough out that it touches his. And we’ll stay like that until tomorrow morning, when we’ll do half-asleep cuddles and kisses and stretches and wish that we still had hours to lay in bed. We’ll talk about calling out from work, even as we disentangle our sleep-limp limbs and yawn the biggest yawns we can without letting on that we have morning breath.

I am looking at the most beautiful boy I have ever seen and he is all mine. I have the flowers to prove it. He went to a job interview for himself and came back with flowers for me. I like this love thing.

Universal update

Here is a list of things I’ve been up to:

1. New job. I have recently started working in community relations for a bookstore which shall remain nameless, but which would not be deemed needing in the security department by the Bush administration. (Read: NOT Borders)

2. Drinking. Right, as if that’s a shock. But really, drinking. Drinking in the way that one can only drink when you start dating Someone New and you have to keep going out to bars to avoid going home and waking up Someone New’s conservative roommate with laughter and/or other noises that are, for many good and some not-so-good reasons, considered inappropriate to make past 3 a.m.

3. Reading. Which, you know, I should be doing all the time, but I really started slacking on for a hot minute.

4. Not checking MySpace. Which is totally not my decision. It’s blocked at work. BLOCKED! Which makes me think of BLOC, and I would like to take a minute to remind you all that I am not living in one, Eastern or otherwise, and so I would like for my internet experience to be unfettered by company-mandated firewalls. Fascists.

5. Making kick-ass pop culture references. This is happening mostly for the benefit of Someone New, who still thinks references are funny/awesome/too good for a girl to make/endearing/reasons to make out. Someone New, soon enough, will begin to find said references stale/annoying/one-upping/reasons to roll eyes. I know this because all Matty K. does when I make kick-ass pop culture references is refuse to make eye contact with me and slowly move away. Granted, I can’t threaten not to make out with him, but do you really want to fool around with a girl who says, “Let’s play Tawny Kitaen and David Coverdale”? Someone New still does. Poor, sweet, dumb kid. He’ll learn soon enough.

There’s more and I would tell you about it, but Rescue Me is starting and it’s time for my weekly, “Good God, Dennis Leary is the hottest man I’ve ever seen, except maybe for Dean Winters, so I can totally understand why the wife is sleeping with both Gavins” binge.