This is pretty much all I’ve ever really wanted.
You’ve given me two years that I could not have imagined.
You may chuckle, but I once knew someone who had difficulty with this very topic.
I’m proud to tell you though, that after months and months of training, she is well on her way to being a pro fiver.
I just really wanted this song on my blog.
Thank-You Anie for introducing me to this band.
Another morning and I once again find myself awake at the GF’s home, wondering what to do that won’t be invasive.
Background: Anie always sleep more than me. It’s not that she’s some kind of Slothy Sleeperson. Actually, it’s my fault. Whereas she prescribes to the as-advertised 8 hours a night, I’m awake after 5-6 hours.
As you can see, this leaves me with a rather sizable gap. When we stay at my place, it’s pretty easy to overcome. I can get up early and make coffee and watch the Today Show in the living room, I could sneak out of bed after she falls asleep and stay up until I’m actually tired.
As in any relationship, though, balance & reciprocation are a factor, and so I sometimes find myself at her place and hours of free time and no clue how to occupy myself. To that end, I’ve made to following list.
Things I Could Do at 8am in A Foreign Land
1.) fake being asleep and try to convince myself I like staying in bed
2.) read a book as the sun comes up
3.) lament not having coffee in my hand
4.) try to access her laptop and think up witty, lovable blogs
5.) consider physics equations and try to solve them in my head, without paper or pen
6.) continuously update my twitter app, hoping there’s someone up to entertain me.
Any tips on what you do when you find yourself in this situation?
(side note: Anie once claimed that Optimus Prime is her boyfriend)
I’m happy we put the first pieces together.
On the way into work/my place this morning, Anie & I were discussing Monday’s episode of HIMYM (which was awesome, BTW. You should check it out if you haven’t already), and right away, the first topic Anie wanted to bring up was this quote:
“Which would mean … I didn’t get super wasted and throw up all over myself. Oh wait, I did both of those things! Soo … face.” — Ted Moseby
Now, I love my girlfriend’s unorthodox sense of humor, but some people would be caught off-guard by vomit related conversations at 8am. Nope, not us. That baby kept right on rolling, and ended somewhere along the lines of “well Ted might not be, but I’m vomit free since ’03″.
Just kidding, but not really, because I am.
P.S.: Anyone else feeling that Alyson Hannigan-Denisof is now the hottest woman on that show? Sorry Robin, and yes, even Rachel Bilson. You are no @alydenisof.
at the infamous Corner Bistro (which is definitely NOT the home of the best burger in NYC)
Me: what’s going on with your beer?
GF: what’s going on with my tummy more like it
(glance at her plate, see only bun left)
Me: I see you ate all the meat