update 03.25.02
perhaps some of that yellow enamel is wearing off. he gives me more of what i hate: pop-up windows. hooray, thanks a bunch! no more pimping him out; he seems to have issues with the illegal sex trade. i find myself directing these dramatic suicide storyboards in my head, too. hmm.
a wonderful, fantastic, splendiferous boy (general term for males of the human species here and not a comment on mental state) who brings me quarters for laundry, takes me to The Big Apple in colbourne, brings me flowers (pink ones), listens to me ramble, holds my hand, holds me. and he thinks, quite mistakenly, that i'm beautiful. i'm glowing.
"where's the pessimistic, cynical, sarcastic jes who wears black and likes existentialism?", asks housemate andréa. i'm sentimental, i have pink and yellow sheets, i hum when i walk to class, i'm weepy when he leaves -- in john's words, i'm all warm and fuzzy when i think of him. kind of scary but most say it's an all-round general improvement.
what an ideal summer job: overpaid, underused, way too much fun, and the boy of my dreams to boot.
yes, it's almost six months, and we've gone through quite a bit. we're having a bit of a dilemma as to when we ought to celebrate our six-monther as there is no 29th in february. general consensus says march 1st, since it'll be six months and a bit. i can't believe he's put up with me for this long, put up with my pessimism, and put up with me crying and bitching over the distance between us (officially $15 million). god love him for it, and the fact that he can nail down my insecurities and tell when i'm upset just by my voice.
