Raining, beautiful

Time is drifting more, sleep falls into waking, my muscles protest. Rain. The streets washed clean of garbage, washed from winter and into spring. I grew up a little more this afternoon.

And the news from day to day remains less interesting, and I no longer know who reads these words. Thursday night was a blissful catastrophe. Awkwardness prompted me to drink, the intricacies of relationships that I am mercifully lacking thrust into my face. I searched the bottom of a pint glass for words. I can't believe that its only been six months since they met, it feels like an eternity ago that I was playing pool with Roomie and she was flying solo.

Speaking of solo, Numoy continues to deal with her inconsiderate and uncompromising 'pseudo boyfriend', who says incomprehensibly rude things and then apologizes within the hour. Whatever I've managed to pull out of my ass here in terms of relationships seems to be working, as I stopped by my lover's house to borrow movies and drop off a memo about International Blow-Job week. It struck me at that point that I did indeed, for the first time, have a lover. Its a funny word and not often used, but fits this situation to a 't'. It felt great, knowing that I had a low maintenance but reliable man. Reliable! Hell, I can't remember the last time someone was this reliable. Its purely incredible and good to be reminded that there are still amazing guys out there.

As for right now, I have a rendezvouz this evening and must go put my face on... and by face I mean shirt.