He’s like a cow, but with hearts

Right now I feel like ass on a stick, but that’s what happens when you repeatedly bang your head on the windowsill.

Today has mostly been one of those really boring days, where everything you do is so boring you just want to stop, but the next thing is equally as boring and blah. Somehow I spent from 12-6 going from thing to thing, not really doing anything other than being bored.

Yes, I do get bored. Lisa was utterly shocked when I told her I was bored. These people think I am an anti-boredom machine, just coz I spend all my time at home and haven’t painted the wall with gum wrappers or something.

Jake and I went to have a lovely dinner at San Remo’s. Very yummy, and we were in the bar section so it was much more… secluded. At least from the rest of the restaurant, where I always feel people are staring at me (and usually they are, the peole who clean the tables of the eaten food plates and such, coz of the way I eat and always look like I’m done or something)

So yeah, we had a lovely time, Jake had some weird ziti thing and I had gnocchi with marinara sauce that was very (as Jake put it) one dimensional. And then we had tiramisu for dessert and they cut us an extra big bit coz we were sharing, so that was a score.

And then we came home, rearranged just about everything to do with this computer, so we could lay in bed and watch our new Darren Hayes dvd. Which, by the way, was freakin awesome. And where I got my title from. Darren was singing "….doesn’t anyone take the place of you in my hearts" ….therefore he has lots of hearts…. like a cow but cows have lots of stomachs. I’m weird.

And the hitting the head on the windowsill? that’s coz I was grooving to the music whilst resting my head on that coz of the weird organisation of the room to watch a dvd on the puter. I thought I would leave the top sentance unexplained for a while coz it sounds funny. heh

My head hurts, my left hip hurts. But I’ve taken stuff for that. What I haven’t taken stuff for is my extreme gassyness! All dinner Jake and I were whispering to each other that we had just farted. The whole time. We are a gassy couple, and we LOVE it. Except when it smells.

I just bought a pair of sushi socks, but they aren’t for me. I was gonna get a pair for me, but it wouldn’t let me buy more than one pair. Guess they only have one pair left…

Now if you excuse me, I’m gonna go try and find "Chained to you", a live version, on limewire. mmm song.