Cupid's Arrow.

My life has been uneventful and so my blogger has suffered for it.

How awful that the my blog should have to suffer for it.

My job has consumed my existence and thus so, has made me a lazy sac of crap. Fucking Wal*Mart, must you rob me of all personal meaning?

It was our two year anniversary on the 15th. I think.
Andrew and I can't actually remember when we met, which isn't surprising. The circumstance under which we fell didn't allow us to remember. I don't think either one of us meant to be anything more than a one night stand. Funny, that the one night stand that I intended to be a one night stand, lasted for two years. The mysteries of love.

I thought the other day how strange it is that all my pretenses of love that I had as a teenage have fallen off.
You'd think, "Wow. Two years. I better do something nice for him." But no, I did nothing. And he did nothing. We just enjoyed eachother's company and THAT WAS NICE. Buying presents for this sort of occassion is an awful waste of my patience (and my tiny Wal*Mart paycheck - the fuckers).

We spent yesterday planning our trip to New York. That was too stressful. I'm the type of person who just wants to get it done.
What? A $150.00 hotel room that doesn't look like eight hundred rats use it as a public toilet? BOOK IT. What? A city pass that saves us a hundred dollars on all the crap that we want to see? BOOK IT. Who cares if the parking is twenty-five dollars a day, we can afford it.
He's the type to patiently pick through website after website, make fifteen hundred phone calls and patiently absorb all the information before he makes his very well educated decision (Keep in mind that the money he wasted on the phone calls, is probably going to roughly equal the amount of money we spent on parking).

So I went and slept on the bed with fielding instead.

We eventually decided on a nice hotel in the Broadway district. Thank God.
We're doing the stereotypical New York tourist bullshit like Central Park and the Empire State Building. We're going to the MOMA and on a silly two hour cruise around Manhatten. It all sounds like good fun. We even have tickets to see Wicked, the musical. Oh joyous occassions. I am excited for it all.

We spent the rest of the day asleep. I somehow managed a whopping three hours before work and was a tired goose for the rest of the night. Being sleep deprived is the worst type of disease.What a way to spend my anniversary. Should I be smiling? My soar muscles and my aching mind say no, my lovey-dovey heart says yes.

What a stupid thing, this love.