in love and rich because of it
Jul. 31st, 2004 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
besubversiveI feel like change this morning. And I like analogies a whole lot.
Being in love is like winning the lottery and getting paid in currency that only you and your lover recognize. I could shove a fistful of these dollars in most people's faces and go, "See? I'm rich!" and they wouldn't understand because it's not legal tender. It's tender, all right, tender and dear. But it's not something I can go buy a pair of shoes with, or a new dress. Being in love makes "worth" take on all sorts of new meanings... I have pockets full of Monopoly money, and I love it to death.
I watched "His Girl Friday" this morning. That was fabulous.
And I cleaned the bathroom... as wasteful as it probably is, I can't bear to clean things like the outside of the toilet and the linoleum floor with anything but paper towels. I need to be able to throw muck and crud away. Washing it out of a sponge or cloth just freaks my shit right out... especially all that hair that gets stuck. ::spasm:: Gluhhhh, bleeeeh.
I went to the State Fair yesterday and got to pet sheep and pick up little tiny baby chicks. It totally brought out the Little in me. "Eeeeee! Babies!"
My mind is restless as can be this morning. Ever since I came back from Springfield, I've been consumed with thoughts of LOVE (yes, in all caps) and the possibility of future co-habitation. Never have I wanted to badly to live with the person I've been seeing. I want a tiny space somewhere with kittens and utensils that we pick out together, and art that we make ourselves, and a big mattress to spend lazy days in together with our kittens curling up on our tummies while we hold hands and talk about the even more distant future. God, I GLOW while writing about this stuff.
Being in love is like winning the lottery and getting paid in currency that only you and your lover recognize. I could shove a fistful of these dollars in most people's faces and go, "See? I'm rich!" and they wouldn't understand because it's not legal tender. It's tender, all right, tender and dear. But it's not something I can go buy a pair of shoes with, or a new dress. Being in love makes "worth" take on all sorts of new meanings... I have pockets full of Monopoly money, and I love it to death.
I watched "His Girl Friday" this morning. That was fabulous.
And I cleaned the bathroom... as wasteful as it probably is, I can't bear to clean things like the outside of the toilet and the linoleum floor with anything but paper towels. I need to be able to throw muck and crud away. Washing it out of a sponge or cloth just freaks my shit right out... especially all that hair that gets stuck. ::spasm:: Gluhhhh, bleeeeh.
I went to the State Fair yesterday and got to pet sheep and pick up little tiny baby chicks. It totally brought out the Little in me. "Eeeeee! Babies!"
My mind is restless as can be this morning. Ever since I came back from Springfield, I've been consumed with thoughts of LOVE (yes, in all caps) and the possibility of future co-habitation. Never have I wanted to badly to live with the person I've been seeing. I want a tiny space somewhere with kittens and utensils that we pick out together, and art that we make ourselves, and a big mattress to spend lazy days in together with our kittens curling up on our tummies while we hold hands and talk about the even more distant future. God, I GLOW while writing about this stuff.
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Date: 2004-07-31 11:51 am (UTC)When we move in together I'd be more than happy to clean the bathroom. It doesn't squick me.
And, so you know, you're the first relationship I've been in where co-habitation has been forefront on my mind like this. Granted I lived with another girl in some galaxy far away but it wasn't out of wanting to spend all my time with her, it just happened. You, my darling girl, make me want to be all domestic in a tiny apartment with kittens.
We win.
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Date: 2004-07-31 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-31 05:12 pm (UTC)BTW... hullo friends!
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Date: 2004-07-31 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-31 03:14 pm (UTC)quite jealous honestly.
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Date: 2004-08-01 06:44 am (UTC)