Today I thought I'd write a really long entry about my boyfriend, the biker.
We've been going for two or three weeks now, it's actually a really sweet story of how we met. So I was outside Phil's looking at the stars and he was outside smoking a joint, and we both noticed that there was a pringle on the floor, so I reached down to move it away, and he reached down to see if it was coated in cannabis, and we sort of banged heads. Then we both straightened up, a little embarrased, and he gave me the pringle which was totally cute, even though it wasn't coated in cannabis.
He's really sweet, and totally deep, we have these really great conversations. Like this one time, I was telling him that I thought Jalopeneo (sp?) peppers were the spiciest peppers ever, and he said that this one time, he'd had this really spicy red pepper and he thought that maybe that pepper was the spiciest, and I said that maybe the red pepper had been next to a spicy thing and retained some of it's spiciness, and then, he said something really deep, "It's like when you don't close the lid on the milk carton and it starts to smell like all the stuff in the fridge," god he's like so smart! He comes out with all these really interesting thoughts.
We're also totally like, connected. This one time, I was in the car, and I know he's a biker and so he should have a bike, not a car, and he does have a bike, but he figures that you need a car for when you do the shopping, even though he still lives with his mom and she does the shopping most of the time but he has a car just incase he ever needs to do the shopping. Anway, I was in the car and I say "God I'm so hungry, you know what I'd like to eat right now?" And he said "Chips," just like that, I didn't need to hint at him or anything! And also, this other time, we were sitting in Phil's and I was eating some chips because I always eat chips when we go to Phil's and I was just thinking that I could do with some ketchup and he totally pushed the ketchup towards me! Ok, he said it was so that he could engrave his initials into the table, but I know it was really because we have this really profound bond.
Also, he has this totally awesome tattoo, he has lots of tatoos actually. This one that he got when he broke up with his girlfriend, or his wife, but he says that if you are really drunk the wedding doesn't count, but he was really sad and a little stoned and he went to the tattoo parlour and got a tattoo of this beautiful black rose, but it's like, crying, and it's not crying regular tears, it's crying tears of blood. It was so beautiful but so sad that it made me cry, but not tears of blood, just regular tears. He got it done before we met, but he says that if we had already had met, he would have got it done for me.
He also proposed to me, so we're engaged until he can afford a wedding, which might take a while because he works at the cinema, not making films, although that's what he wants to do, he serves the popcorn and makes sure that people don't steal pick 'n mix. It was so sweet, the way he proposed. We were sitting in his car, and eating onion rings, which are my favourite thing if I can't get chips, and so I said I loved onion rings, and he said that he did to, and I said that when I got married I wanted loads of onion rings and he said he did too and then he passed me the onion rings which is totally symbolic and I nearly cried and even though he didn't say "Will You Marry Me," I know that he meant it.
Anyway, one of these days I've got to ask him his name! It's never come up in conversation you know. I bet it's something really really sensitive and romantic, like Mozart.
Friday, May 26, 2006
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7 comments:
¬.¬ nice story!
i'll get started on your chapters later and probably finish up tomorrow, sorry about the delay, i've been pretty busy/exhausted
xXx
aw god... that applies to so many stupid girls I've known in my time...
Crap, I totally want onion rings now... I'm gonna have to beg Jonathan to get me some on our road trip... *sigh* then he'll pass me the rings and... *tear*
Adam, his name was Adam.
And I want Burger King onion rings - Now!
I went to Jack in the Box. Not as good as the Carl's Junior rings I wanted, but they still hit the spot. Jonathan had to laugh when I explained *what* induced my onionie craving. :D
you know. for a moment i didn't realize you were joking and i almost had a heart attack and died. =(
but then i was like *smack*
she is teh SPOOFING. <33 and it was a beautiful spoof indeed.
i love onion rings. i think that they are indeed very symbolic.
Ah, so beautiful. *wipes away tear*
wow, that sounds familiar.... hmm :) see i do read ur stuff... i just never comment! i think i might read one of those stowies now cause reading these cultural poems is making my accent go all scottish/indian/carabean<< :S
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