Another weekend of work. For some reason, I go into it dreading out, yet I enjoy work once I'm there. I like being people friendly, getting them drinks, cleaning off tables, and filling the jam-packet holders. Unforutantely, one of the reasons I was excited to work there [fellow lesbian] got fired. But at least I still have S to work with, and the pregnant woman isn't working this weekend, thank God. The two nice ones and the crazy one who's nice regardless is!
But anyway, who cares about work... I hung out with C after work! She's been in lockdown with homework lately, as I've mentioned, but gets breaks here and there--rarely-- and today she had a couple hours before a case study with some small child. [Child development college course]. So we hung out, made out, watched Kathy Griffin [who, by the way, is the new love of my life... but not in an Emily Haines way] and Chelsea Handler via youtube.com and made out with poprocks.
I've wanted to try that for a while now, but it wasn't as adventurous as I'd thought. It's just like swapping spit, with some crackling noises and a slightly sweet taste. Plus, the image of poprocks swimming in saliva when C and I opened our mouths wasn't exactly a "take me now, sailor" kind of initiation. It was more like, "please clear the area before I proceed." But now I've satisfied the long-time strange wish, and will move on to gum swapping, which I can't imagine being any more exciting [and I've heard it's not, but what the hell].
I love being with C. And she tells me she loves being with me. We're so at ease and chill. We're best friends with a little extra, and I'm in that relationship I've wanted to be in. It's hard to explain, so I won't til I can. But to start, it's one where we can be apart and still be close. You know? We have this understanding of eachother, and no insecurities, and our relationship is so relaxed. There's more to it, I think, but a description lacks. It's wonderful, though.
And her telling her mom has changed nothing thus far. Why am I have such good luck in my gay life? It started with coming out, and just keeps progressing. God bless, I suppose.