
Busy.
Keaton has been sick and is now recovering from gall bladder surgery. Needless to say I've been busy taking care of him. Taking care of him and trying to sleep.
God, I need more sleep.
Posted by Courtney at 09:07 PM | Comments (3)So many people complain about getting comfortable, about losing the new fun feeling. Then why do I get worried when after 2 years, not only have I never felt that things were just comfortable and easy and used, but I feel that it always feels newer. There's always something new and exciting in my life with Keaton popping up. Don't get me wrong, being with him is comfortable, but it's always fun. Maybe it's the fact that we're both so goofy and at times such extreme opposites. There is definitely some freedom in the way our opposite features react, like when my exact minute planning of a day just crashes due to his spontaneity. I never dislike him for it. There's a lot to be said for always finding a way to be happy in a situation. If there's one thing he's taught me, it's to never be high strung. The moment he detects it, it will embarrass me publically.
I can laugh at myself a lot more now. My perspectives on a lot of things have changed mainly because I just don't bother myself with worrying about anything I have no affect on. Life happens and I am just happening with it. When you're as uptight as I am/was, that really is a hard place to come to in realization. You struggle for control of every last inch of life, and for every piece you grab, you drop 10. I don't know what he's done, but he's calmed me down. He also made me sick this past week with whatever virus he had :(
There's something about him which makes me want to be just his all the time. No matter where I'm at, what I'm doing or who I'm with, I want to be his. I don't want to be looked at, talked to or touched by anyone but him. I want to be possessed as much as I am loved. Maybe this is why some friends who've always acted in a certain way have gotten really nasty remarks when they've smacked me on the ass or tried to throw things down my shirt lately. Those are his parts of me, and no one else should have the right to them. I don't want anyone else to have a right to me.
Now if only everyone around us would stop getting married, I'd be a happy girl. Rough estimates on that one are 4 years and 25 thousand dollars from now. A girl's gotta have goals.
Posted by Courtney at 01:12 AM | Comments (0)I think to me people are more of a novelty. The people that I thought were interesting and funny a year ago. Well, they're doing the same things and it's not interesting or funny anymore. I should be used to it, I tire of things easily.
I get paid wednesday and decided I'm going to buy my uncle a signed quentin griffin plaque thing. And some new shirts. And a wallet. And maybe another purse. And something or two for keaton, like the milkshake thing he wants. And pay my car payment. Hmm. And a new pair of running shoes.
Maybe I should just let the women at the Mac counter have their way with me. God knows I don't know how to put makeup on from personal knowledge. There's nothing wrong with buying my way out of boredom is there?
Keaton won tickets to Bedlam and he's not taking me after he promised he would. Forget the milkshake maker.
Posted by Courtney at 07:17 PM | Comments (4)
Max Azaria can thank me later. $63 for a two day a week purse. I like to think that this actually shows signs of me getting my buying addictions under control. Mainly, I think that because I was able to put down the $55 wallet I wanted to go with it.
BCBG. A horrible addiction to have.
Posted by Courtney at 07:49 PM | Comments (0)