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margarita monday

which is probably misspelled, but i'm past caring. i discovered a new talent yesterday: blender drinks. chris and i managed to down to pitchers of margaritas yesterday with the help of my handy margarita glasses. we laid on his floor next to each other, sharing secrets and drinking heavily. then we made out. in fact, the makeout session was so intense we're pretty sure his friend heard us outside the apartment and decided not to knock. i have to say the chris is the most fun i've had in a really fucking long time. we haven't even had sex yet, and the fooling around/orgasms are better than anything ive ever had. seriously (no offense greg if you read this, you're officially #2). i woke up this morning with margarita in my hair (it splashed out of my glass when i was pouring it and a little bit got in my bangs) and a sore ankle, bruised tailbone, stiff shoulders, and bruises where they don't belong. it was fabulous. i have to check when i get home, but i'm prettysure i might still have a handprint on my ass.

other than messing around on the living room floor, we went outside and did some people watching while the sun was out. denmark is a good place to people watch. we talked about just about everything under the sun (middle names, favorite colors, chappelle's show, who we'll use our one indiscretion apiece on, etc.). chris makes me laugh harder than i've ever laughed before. we're really incredibly stupid together; all we do is laugh at random shit which is only funny to us. and when i go out there, i can be myself. he doesn't get mad if i fart (he laughed). i can be honest with him about icky mushy shit like feelings without hurting him. in fact, i can ask for personal space, and he's cool enough to not worry about it.

apparently im just a gushy loser today.

in other news, i bought two books on friday. chuck klosterman iv is sooooo good. i like his perspective on people. he reminds me of my uncle karl, except karl doesn't share his thoughts as easily. i haven't started the second book yet; it's about obituaries. i used to creep my dad out because i like to read obituaries, so i figure this book will rock. i still have to finish the book i'm reading about the modernization of egypt, which is amazing, but dense. i should do that thing called working before my ass gets canned.

posted by emma @ 6:08 PM