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There are two types of people in the world: those who are predominantly storytellers and those who are predominantly listeners. I think I'm in the latter category. I love it when someone sits down and tells me stories about their life. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I don't really have anything good to tell anyone, but most of it has to do with the fact that I genuinely find people fascinating. I like imagining the lives they've led or realizing just what events in their lives made them into the people I know today. It's not just friends I like talking to, either. Strangers in airports or on airplanes are actually pretty cool when you sit down and listen to them.

I do tend to be more of a storyteller with Orli, but that's because we just talk about all sorts of stuff together and end up telling each other stories - as it should be for sweethearts! So, that doesn't count in my little observation (though I could sit and listen to him tell me about his life for hours. Do you have any idea how cool he is? (Baby, do you know how cool you are?) Plus, I think his voice is damn sexy. Yum.).

The best people to talk to are older folks. I know it's a cliché, but they really are little pieces of living history. Maybe when I'm 85 I'll turn into more of a storyteller. Yeah, picture me surrounded by great grandchildren, telling them about the olden days when we listened to music on these obsolete things called mp3 players. (Then they all run to Grandpa Orli because he'll take them jet skiing and not just sit around yakking all day like Poopa Will. Whippersnappers.)

Hmm, Orli's birthday is coming up in a couple of days. I'm thinking a quiet dinner for two followed by lots of nudity. I kind of like when it's just the two of us. [locked from Orlando] Wink, wink. [/locked]

Oh! I talked to Sandy and she's psyched to meet up in L.A. and fly back with me. She said she misses Wendell. Frankly, I think she misses him more than me. But can you really blame her? He's precious.

Flotsam

Dec. 30th, 2006 12:59 pm
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Janice called back. It's up to him to call her after the new year. She was happy to hear from me and asked how I was doing. I froze. Conditioning! But I said fine and asked for a referral for myself.

I have a sinus thing but it's not a cold. No fever. Just sniffles and congestion. Nonetheless, Mom's drowning me in chicken soup. And hot toddies. I keep passing out. Now, I just pour them down the drain before I get alcohol poisoning.

Peter broke up with the boytoy because he was too immature. Pot. Kettle. Black. Kidding. It sounds like they wanted different things from life. The boytoy wanted to go out every night, get drunk, do drugs, be an all around hot little party monster. And Peter's 34. Heh. I should remember that for the next time I talk to him.

Talia called to tell me lawyer man broke the lamp I gave her for a wedding gift and asked for the name of the store where I bought it. Bastard probably did it on purpose because he hates Tiffany lamps. She heard about Lesbian Knock Up 2007 and congratulated me on my impending fatherhood. Then she went into a long, sad discussion about the baby we lost and how he or she would have turned thirteen this year, she and I would probably still be happily married and I wouldn't have felt the need to "become involved in that gay nonsense" since I would have had fatherly responsibilities. I honestly didn't know where to start telling her what was wrong with pretty much everything that she said beginning with the lesbians. She did get the age of the kid right, though. God, me with a teenager? Jesus wept.

Ann and Helene came by. They've decided that Ann will carry the bambino. Good choice. She's prettier, more intelligent, athletic, great sense of humor, no visible deformities and I would actually have sex with her if they wanted to do it that way. Okay, that last part's a lie, but the rest is true. I love Helene, and it's not as if she could pass for the Creature from the Black Lagoon or anything. Ann's just got more of everything. It's kind of like me and Orli. On my own, I'm not bad. But Orli's got more of everything. Anyway, Operation Babymaker looks like it's really going to happen this time. And I've decided not to have anything to do with the offspring other than them sending me pictures so I have proof it didn't turn out looking like an ape. It's not going to be my child and if they want to have a father figure in its life, they can sure as hell do better than me. And if anything happens to this one, too, I don't want to be able to care so much. Mom's ready to play Grandma, though, and scolded me quite handily when I reminded her that it wouldn't really be her grandchild after the papers are all signed. She said, and I quote, "William, I would be a grandmother to that baby if Mickey Mouse was the father. These girls are my friends and have asked me to be involved, and I will be for as long as they need me." Then I made a comment about the set of ears that kid would have if Mickey was the dad, not to mention being born with big, puffy, white glove-clad hands. She kicked me out of the kitchen and finished her tea with the ladies. Ann and Helene were laughing, though. See? Lesbians aren't all granola-crunching, Birkenstock-wearing, "global-warming-is-real"-gabbing, "I-lost-my-sense-of-humor-the-first-time-a -girl-went-down-on-me"-doing, man-hating, feminazis. In fact, I would be willing to bet that most of them are like Ann and Helene. And, as with any group, the extremists get all the press.

Evie called just to say hi. She's so sweet. I mean, even if she wasn't my sister (allegedly - DNA test next month), I would really like her. Get this: she says stuff the way I do. I know it's the other way around and is due to Dad, but every now and then she sounds like me. Is that freaky or what? And kind of cool. From the sounds of things, her brother - our brother - is just like Dad. Poor bastard. But she told me all about her latest casting project and how much trouble they're having finding someone to play the lead. I told her I'd do it as a favor but she had to promise not to want to cast me in everything after that because I just wouldn't have the time and would hate to feel obligated. Then I told her about my engagement, she screamed and congratulated me. I love this girl already.

Wendell and Blade are in love. Er, I mean, they're just "really good friends" who never leave each other's side, snuggle at night and do the same cute little doggie moves that make Mom want to deck them out in horrendous doggie sweaters. Poor babies. If I see them donning spandex and going for bike rides, I'm going to nickname them "Gyllenstrong."

The new year is almost here and the possibilities are endless. Please, God, don't let Orli break up with me.

Stuff

Oct. 26th, 2006 01:31 am
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There was some sweetness, some excitement and some oddness today.

I swear to god, Wendell told my mom he loves her. This little growly howl came out during dinner and it sounded like "Ri rove rou." Weird. It would make sense, though. She's been spoiling both boys absolutely rotten. Blade may very well serenade her tomorrow.

Mom's car arrived. It's a 2007 Toyota Camry because that's what she said she wanted when I was interrogating her (sneakily) to try and figure out what to buy. She loves it. After she scolded me for "wasting" my money, she took me for a spin to visit some of her friends. I had no idea that women in their 50s could get so excited over a new car. I still have lip prints on my face and one of them pinched my bottom. Saucy. I could totally have a Mrs. Robinson thing going on with her. If I weren't completely gay and involved with someone, of course.

I got an invitation to Talia's wedding in the mail. At first I thought it was a mistake, but there was a handwritten note in there from her. I won't share what it said, but my mouth is still hanging open in shock. It's got to be a trick. I've got spies on the case as we speak. Hopefully I'll find out what's going on. There's no way she can go from hating me to forgiving me in the course of a few weeks. I'm even more suspicious because she said she hopes I'll bring Orlando as my guest.

After much thought, I'm going to finally buy a car for myself. Dark blue Lexus convertible. Part of me thinks, "Oy, go for a classic!" (thanks, Ray) but the other, bigger part thinks, "Boy, you've earned this."

Car pictures! )

In other news, the lesbians are coming over tomorrow to teach me how to make a soufflé. They're postponing the baby thing again because of LD (Lesbian Drama(tm)), so in the meantime, I'm actually finding out that they're very sweet and a lot of fun. They popped over today to bring banana bread and tequila (something about a bet with Mom), and we all got to talking. Here's the good part: They told Mom they moved in together after dating for a week. This is the same woman who won't accept my being with Orli until we've been dating for at least three months. This is the same woman who constantly puts the lesbians up as a wonderful example of domestic bliss and commitment. So, what did I do when I saw the look of shock on her face? I laughed and laughed. Then, after a shot of tequila, I laughed and laughed some more.

I'm an evil son.
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I really like the new Justin Timberlake and John Mayer albums. Peter bought them for me as get well gifts. I'm partial to the John Mayer because it suits the way I'm feeling and it's nice and mellow. Plus, I think he has a sexy voice. I do have to give Justin some love, though, since "Sexyback" is pretty damn catchy. I'm over my standards phase for now.

Mom rented POTC and we watched it together after the lesbians left. It was cool watching it since, you know, Orli! I couldn't take my eyes off him. Mom teased me a little because I kept talking or getting up when he wasn't on screen, then shushing her when he was. I'm such a dork.

The lesbians have put me back on the list for sperm donors. The guy they'd decided on pulled out at the last minute. Um, I mean, he changed his mind. Not that he literally... So, anyway, I'm on a short list and they've asked me to think about it. Again. I'm leaning towards saying no because no child should be subjected to my genes. I think the talk about grandchildren got Mom even more excited about me doing this even though she's been told I'd have no legal right to the child. No more thinking about this until later. But I'm 99% sure I'll say no.

Peter's taking me to lunch tomorrow. He says he needs to talk to me about something important, but he can't stay over tonight because he has a meeting first thing in the morning. Wendell and Blade will be happy to have more room in the bed, I'm sure.

Oh, I almost forgot. Talia called today. She screamed something about me flaunting my filth so her friends could see it and then hung up on me. She's such a delicate flower. A fucking psychotic maneating Venus flytrap sort of flower.

Lesbians

Oct. 7th, 2006 03:08 pm
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I don't know why she did it considering I don't feel like showing my face to anyone but loved ones, but Mom's invited the lesbians over for dinner tonight. Maybe I'll stay up in my room. I could break out the Casio and play haunting melodies and Mom can tell them she has her very own Phantom.

I need to train Blade and Wendell to bite ankles on command.

Things

Oct. 6th, 2006 01:52 am
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BT

Sandy called today to see how I was doing. She started crying on the phone and I didn't know what to say. I felt so bad that she was so upset. She's promised to come visit me. Oh, she said that Alex (the man formerly known as "New Boss") was fired for committing lewd acts with his subordinate at the office. She thinks I should contact Big Boss and let him know that it happened to me, too, because he's threatening to sue for discrimination. But I don't want to have anything to do with Seattle ever again. I'm sure he won't win. He screwed around at work. His being fired has nothing to do with his sexuality.

Blade and Wendell are becoming fast friends. Wendell follows Blade everywhere and even tries to imitate the adorable little poses Blade has. It's the funniest thing, and if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. Mom's spoiling the both of them, calls them her grandchildren and ordered them little doggie tee shirts off the internet. They're the closest she'll get to being a grandmother. Even though I know she's fine with it, sometimes I feel bad that Talia and I didn't have kids. Then again, the custody battle would have been brutal and she would have moved to Iceland just for spite to keep my kid away from me.

Mom just came up to tell me breakfast is ready and asked what I'm typing about. I read it to her (just the second paragraph). I won't say what she said, but she did make me blush.

Oh, I've decided to stop thinking about anything or anyone bad. Less chance of making myself nuts. So I'm just letting myself think about all the things and people that make me happy. It's a surprisingly long list.

Saturday!

Jun. 3rd, 2006 04:00 pm
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All right, we're on Day Three of Unemployment Watch 2006. So far, no bum-like feelings have set in. I'm actually enjoying the free time. I'm teaching Wendell some tricks and I'm able to be here when Kev gets home so he can tell me about his new position. He likes it so far, though he's mainly doing support stuff. That's fine by me. I don't like the idea of him being felt up by random hookers once he starts to go undercover. My favorite part is going to bed with him in the middle of the day. He works Wednesday through Saturday from 10pm to 830am, barring any overtime he may have to put in. Maybe I should get a job that has the same hours. This way, we can have the same sleep schedule. It doesn't matter to me that we can't have any more weekend getaways for a while. I just care about spending time with him.

I think quitting my job has been the best thing. Kev took it really well, and was actually pretty relieved that I'd done it. Somers called me yesterday and had the gall to ask me if I wanted to go to dinner with him. I think he really believes that I would date him. I don't know if the man's stupid or just nuts. Anyway, Kev told me not to worry about not working since he was paying for this place on his own before I moved in and he has enough money to support the three of us. We did both agree that I should find another job, though, because I will go crazy if I'm a househusband. Maybe.

This is going to sound really silly, I know, and it's only been three days, but... I like seeing him off to work. I like greeting him when he gets home. I like puttering around and making the loft all pretty for him when he... Okay, I love all the stuff that probably makes me sound like a pussy of the highest order. But I don't care how it sounds. I just care how it feels. For now, I'm going to savor the domestication of Will.

Oh! I also want to extend an invite to anyone who's coming out to Seattle or who'd like to come out to Seattle. Everyone's welcome to crash with us.
porter_inc: (scotch)
All right, the plans are all set for our getaway weekend. I'm going to be gone from tomorrow until Tuesday, and I'm planning on spending a lot of quality time with my two favorite boys. Kev and Wendell, if anyone was wondering.

[locked from Kev]

I'll tell him this weekend.

[/locked]

I'm really looking forward to a little rest and relaxation. And I'm not leaving a forwarding number or even taking my cell phone with me. If anyone needs me, too bad.



ooc: I'm going out of town, too - same days :-) I'm off to finish packing, now, but I'll answer everything when I get home! *hugs to all*

Thursday

May. 18th, 2006 06:06 pm
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I've only been at work a few days but it feels like the longest week ever. EVER ever.

New Boss asked me to stay late tonight, so I'm killing some time until he's ready for me.

When I was gone, Kevin bought Wendell some things - clothes, toys, etc. My favorite is a little black t-shirt that says, "You had me at shalom," and a little black studded collar. Actually, everything is adorable. That dog is so spoiled now. He's watching me. I think he can tell when I'm talking about him.

Kev and I are thinking about going away for the Memorial Day weekend. We want to go back to Snoqualmie, and we'll take Wendell with us, if we do. Once he gets his new assignment, he'll have to work weekends, so this'll be our last chance to do something romantic and sappy for a while.

Okay, NB is calling.
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I'm back. At work, anyway. I've been back home since late Sunday night, and I spent all day Monday snuggling with Kev and reassuring Wendell that I hadn't really abandoned him.

Before I say anything else, I have to thank everyone who took the time to meet me in New York. I had an amazing time! You guys are awesome.

And moving on...

I hate my job. I don't mean to be so negative, but maybe it was the time away that brought it home how unhappy I am here. I love the people I work with, especially Sandy, but I don't feel fulfilled. I know, I'm no different than the majority of people out there who hate their jobs, but... I want to actually do something about it. I've been doing this gig for years, and the only reason I'm even in this game is because I followed my father's plan for my life instead of my own.

But it's not as if I can quit my job and be a bum, and I'm not interested in going from one office job to another. I suppose I'm just feeling a little restless because I had such a good time on my vacation, and now that I'm back I just want to spend all my time with Kevin instead of paperwork. Well, that doesn't even make any sense since he has to go to work during the day, too. Oh, speaking of, we find out tomorrow if he got the job or not. He said the interview went really well, so I'm crossing my fingers that he can get what he wants.

In the meantime, I'll put my nose to the grindstone and get through everything I missed when I was gone. Apparently New Boss has been doing really well and I'm getting the credit for showing him the ropes so well. Color me really confused now. At first I thought he was an idiot who didn't deserve the position, then I thought he was just tricking me to see what I would or could do for him, and now he's making me look good and letting me have the credit for something I didn't really do. I can't figure him out. He wants to take me to lunch today so maybe I'll get a bead on him then. I hope so, anyway. It's all very odd. Sandy said he interrogated her about my personal life when I was gone, so I'm a little nervous. I'll try to report back when we return.
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I've been working like a mad man to get everything covered for my vacation. This Fillmore thing threw me for a loop, but between Sandy and the other admin support staff, things should be all right. The new guy is...interesting. I think I misjudged him. It's only been a few days, but I'm definitely thinking that the incompetence thing is an act to see exactly what I can handle. We'll see. And he's maybe a teensy bit charming. Kev thinks he's sort of testing me, too. He also thinks I should try flirting with the man to see how he reacts. I think my boyfriend's on drugs.

This is K: I need drugs. He's leaving me for a week.

This is me: I'll bring you back something nice.

K: Bastard

Me: I'll miss you, too, pookie.

K: Don't call me pookie.

It's poetry, isn't it? Anyway, Kevin's moping (and I'm regretting that he can't go with me :-( :-( :-( :-(:-( ), but, yes, I am going on vacation for a week. Actually, I'm going to be away from him for nine nights. He's told me I don't have to call him every night, but like hell I'll listen to him. Since you're sitting right next to me, reading what I type, officer, you are going to get a call from me every night, end of story. See? I knew you'd like that, Mr. Tough Guy.

My laptop is going with me, though, and while I've promised myself I won't do any work, I feel better that I can be connected, just in case. Plus, I'll want to check in and see what everyone here is up to!

Okay. Down to business!

I will be leaving for the east coast tomorrow night. I'll be spending Saturday through Tuesday in Connecticut so I can see Mom and Peter. I have Wednesday through Saturday slated for anyone who'd like to meet up with me while I'm out there. I've talked to a few folks from New York, and I think it would be fun to get together, even if it's just for drinks or lunch or something. Obviously, no one has to say hi, but if you'd like to, please let me know so we can schedule something. And if no one does, Petey and Mom will be stuck with me all week!

I think Wendell knows I'm going somewhere. He seems miffed with me and is sticking closer to Kevin than usual. Our puppy's giving me guilt! Bless his little heart.
porter_inc: (cappucino)
That is how I spent my weekend. I was abducted Friday night and spent all of Saturday and this morning tied up and held down in a strange room.

Luckily, it was all Kevin's idea and now I wish we had more time to play.

Friday night's event went wonderfully. It was a fundraiser for... Damn it. I can't remember. But I'm sure it was a very worthy cause. Kevin looked amazing in his tux, I didn't look too bad in mine, and we spent the evening charming everyone. Actually, Kevin charmed everyone he was introduced to and I stood back and kept falling in love with him. Tough job, but someone has to do it. The best part? No one blinked an eye at the fact that I took him as my date. I don't know what I expected, but it was as if I'd taken Talia. He got to play the part of the wife for the evening and I was the proud husband showing off his arm candy. I know that sounds silly and sexist, but

Okay, Kevin's reading over my shoulder and he said he liked being a sex object for the evening. So there you are.

There were no scenes, no one made a spectacle of themselves and I ended the evening feeling a lot better about losing my promotion.

After the party, my lovely beau took me upstairs to a suite he'd reserved at the hotel. He said it was in case we got so tanked neither of us could drive home. Plus, he wanted to cheer me up because he's the sweetest man who's ever lived. I challenge anyone to argue that point with me because I know they will lose. After he assured me that Wendell was safely being looked after by our neighbor, I let him abduct me. I'll keep the rest of the details to myself (which I'm sure you're all relieved to hear) and just say that even if he and I can't get away from the city to get a little downtime, a luxury hotel suite will work just as well.

God, I love him! I love my job. I love my life. No matter what happens, I know everything's going to be okay.

Bah

Apr. 20th, 2006 06:32 pm
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Sandy and I have to work late, tonight. Kevin offered to come by with some dinner, but I know he's going to be beat so I told him he didn't have to. I'll try to get through this stuff so I can get home sooner than later.

Wendell's here, too, and he doesn't seem to mind at all. He gets so excited to get in the car and come to work with me in the mornings. It's adorable.

And I'm not trying to stall asking Kevin about bringing Jake and Lani over here.

Made it!

Apr. 15th, 2006 10:51 pm
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I wasn't sure that I'd get in my daily entry since Kev and I have been going since this morning. We have most of my things packed up and we'll make the actual move tomorrow. I can't believe it's alrady almost done! My neighbor (Wendell's babysitter) came over to help with some of the stuff, and she invited us over for dinner at her place. I was just going to order Kev and myself a pizza, but Linda's homemade lasagna and garlic bread was much better. I'm going to miss her.

Tonight, we're going to camp out in the living room since we took apart the bed to save time tomorrow. Should be fun! Kev's laughing at me because I'm lying on my stomach, typing away on my laptop, and Wendell keeps running back and forth over my ass. What's funny is, when I stop typing, he stops running. I have a very strange dog.

Now, Kevin has decided to sit on me. I feel like I'm giving a play by play of my evening. Now, he's kissing the back of my head and says he wants to type something.

This is Kevin Strasser. I hereby stake my claim on William Porter, and if anyone else decides they want to take a shot at him (literally or figuratively), they'll have to deal with me. You've been warned. Actually, I don't think any of you exist. I think Will's made you all up in his mind because he's obviously a mental case who needs imaginary friends in order to make his life complete. He's mentioned a few of you, but how convenient that none of you are in Seattle. It's okay. I can accept the fact that I'm going to be living with a lunatic. Love means never having to point out your lover's psychosis, right? I'm just worried that when he goes on his vacation, he'll be very disappointed that no one's actually there for him to visit. It's all right. I'll have the straitjacket waiting for him when he gets home. Talk to you later.

Will here. I get up to go to the bathroom and I come back to this! I'm leaving that up as evidence that I'm dating a fool! For the record, he's joking. I talk about all of you guys, and he'd love the chance to meet some of you one of these days. He's set up a journal, but he's too shy to use it.

All right, time for me to get back to my fool. I'll try to check in tomorrow!
porter_inc: (cappucino)
Wendell barked this morning! We were leaving for work and he saw another dog on the way to the car. W let out the cutest bark, and the other dog (black lab) just looked at him as if to say, "Trying to say something, Tiny?"

For a change of pace, I'm going over to Kev's after work. W and I are going to spend the night. We're trying to decide whose place to live in. Oh, yeah, we've decided to take the plunge and shack up. Life's too short to not do what feels good, right this very second. That's our thinking, anyway. Kev owns this great loft in Capitol Hill, I own a nice but smallish place in Queen Anne, so one of us could easily sublet. OR we could sublet (or sell) both and buy a place together. Though, the practical sides of both of us think we should do a trial run before making that kind of move. Anyway, the move will probably take place within the next two weeks. I go on vacation the second week in May, so we'll either have to do it fast or wait until I get back.

Kev can't go with me when I head out East, but that's okay. I have too many people to see and too many things to do and if he goes, all I'll want to do is stay in bed and be extremely unproductive. We'll definitely have to plan a vacation for the two of us, though. A few more weekend getaways can tide us over until then, I'm sure.

I think Fillmore's losing it. He was really spaced out when I talked to him. Maybe he's figured out that his wife isn't the sweet, devoted woman he thinks she is. Poor guy.
porter_inc: (cappucino)
Kev had to work today. He's got a really annoying schedule, but at least he's not on a night shift. He's going to come over tonight after work, and we'll order in some Thai food and watch the Sunday night line up on Fox (Family Guy!).

Wendell seems to like walking in the rain, so I'm going to take him out again in a little while. I'm feeling well enough to not worry about a relapse, and I love being outside in the rain, too.

BTW, Kev loved his cufflinks, and dinner couldn't have gone better. I should call Peter and Mom when I get back from W's walk. It's time they knew.

Real quick

Apr. 8th, 2006 11:39 am
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Kev's cooking brunch, Wendell's chewing on one of those puppy dental bone things, and I'm dashing off a quick post before I get some figures together for Fillmore. Once that's done, the three of us are going to cuddle on the couch to eat and have an AbFab marathon. We wanted to take him to the park, today, (Wendell, not Fillmore) but it's raining. Supposed to rain all week.




ooc: mun's sorry for being slow about reps! I'm busy today and tonight, but hoping to get to them tomorrow. *hugs*
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I know I only worked three days this week, but I have to say I'm ready for the weekend. I'm at the tail end of this thing where you feel okay but not necessarily good. I figure a nice relaxing weekend should do it.

Kevin and I are going to dinner, tonight, to celebrate a month together. I'm taking him to this sweet, small, romantic Italian restaurant Sandy recommended. Her new beau took her there and she raved. I haven't been, but I trust her tastes because she's good about knowing mine. I'll wear the tie clip he gave me and I bought him a pair of platinum cufflinks. I don't personally know too many men who still use cufflinks, but he does, and I love that.

On a completely different topic... Katie Couric is taking over the CBS Evening News? I love the idea of a solo female anchor on a weeknight evening news program and I'd like her to do well. But the evening news isn't morning television. I'll save my judgments until I actually watch her.

Wendell's in here with me, today, but next week I'll have to leave him with the neighbor so he can start to get used to not seeing me during the day. Actually, it's more for me. Though... No one minds him being here, and he gets regular walks and lots of attention from folks. He's already pretty spoiled and it's only day three. Maybe I'll make him one of those dogs that goes everywhere with its owner. He's so damn cute. I never got to take Lani and Jake everywhere with me but that was because they were too big, plus, they had a backyard to play in when Talia and I were at work. Lani was too big, anyway. He's a german shepherd and collie mix. Jake's a Jack Russell. I did take them with me when I ran errands, though... Fuck it. Wendell's my dog, and until I'm told I can't bring him in, I'll do it. Though he will be left with the neighbor when Kev and I go out tonight.

I am not in the mood to work. I want to kidnap Kev from work, grab W and drive out to Snoqualmie.

Jeez, I almost forgot. Fillmore said it shouldn't be a problem for me to take a vacation next month. I'm thinking second week in May (6th to 14th).

Okay, W's giving me that look. I'm going to go walk him.

Thu

Apr. 6th, 2006 10:47 am
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Fillmore has abducted my dog.

In other news, I found out today that Sandy has started seeing someone. I'm taking her out for lunch so she can tell me all the details. I don't think I've ever described her, so picture this:

She's in her 30s (and would kill me if I told you the exact number), she's got light brown/blonde shoulder length hair (depending on what's she's gotten done at the salon), hazel eyes. about 5'3", thin but not skinny, and looks a little like Tea Leoni. That's who she reminded me of when I first met her, anyway. She's very pretty and if I were straight, I'd probably have a huge crush on her.

Oh! That reminds me of who Kevin first reminded me of when I met him. Tea's hubby, David Duchovny (Sandy helped me out with that one). It's the mouth. Anyway, he was on that alien show that I really tried to get into but it creeped me out. AND he was in that alien movie with Dan Aykroyd, the name of which escapes me at the moment... But, I knew I wasn't crazy!

Edited to fix Dan's last name!

Humpday

Apr. 5th, 2006 09:31 am
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I managed to drag my ass into work today. I'm feeling a lot better, actually. I think I just had a bug that hit me a little hard and is at the end of its run. Sandy says I don't look that sick and she's suspcious about my days off coinciding with Kevin's, but then she got distracted by Wendell's cuteness.

Everyone loves him, and it turns out that Fillmore has a Yorkshire bitch, so he doesn't mind W being here just as long as there are no accidents. I wonder if he'll want to set Wendell up with his dog...

Right now, Sandy has W's little dog bed set up by her desk. I guess she's adopting him for the day. He doesn't seem to be nervous or clingy, so I think that's good. I, however, keep looking to make sure he's okay. He's within eyeshot, though, so that's fine.

I just received word that there's going to be a fundraising dinner on April 28th, and I'm strongly urged to attend. I can take a date. I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that Kevin and I will still be together, so I'll take him. I bet he'll look gorgeous in a tux.

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