Vibrant.(Still) Unrepentant. Badass. Old. Queer

I have a hard time sleeping at Y's. He stays up late, studying, clicketyclackclicking on his computer, talking on the phone, leaving the lights on. When I mention this, it will change for one or two times before reverting back to the norm. I don't sleep well. I'm irritable. I'm not getting any sex out of it. And he ends up saying things like, "I find myself getting more and more attached to you." And I end up saying things like, "Huh?" and "Whatever." Of course, I know "Y" I did it this time: Hot water. And it was good. Fortunately, I think hot water has been restored to my building as well. Yay. Besides the comforting goodness of a nice, hot shower, I also had to pick up my last piece of pottery for this term. This: Became this: Worship My Pottery Goodness, Kittens! Procrastination. I have boatloads to do today. And to have done by the time I leave tomorrow. Enjoy this post. It may be the last you read for awhile [unl...

I'm headed over to Y's tonight after work. Yes, I know. But, whatever, I needs the hot water, and he has it! Plus, I want to swing by the pottery studio to see if my final vase is out of the kiln (esp. since it is a potential family Xmas present). Plus, Y and I have not had teh sex (no matter how you define it) in quite some time. So, perhaps, this relationship has successfully transitioned to friendship. In other news, does anyone know the correct pronunciation of "quinoa?" I like to say "kwai-NO-ah." A friend told me it is "KEY-nwah." I suppose it could also be "KWIN-oh-ah." Or perhaps "shut-the-FORK-up-already-and-just-say-it-however-you-want." The reason for this mentioning of the KWEE-noh-AH! is my mother emailed about a recipe she wants to try while I'm visiting that includes it. And she doesn't think they sell it in remote mountain villages. Imagine! A world without KWEEN-oh! That's ... that's just ...