no, not really. but lori mckenna is stuck in my head.
i've come to this place a few times in the last few days. started a few entries and stopped. gone over subject lines and various witticisms in my head- during drives to the girl's house, or walks to the bathroom at work. it all seems to come together then. and when i get here. it's like i have nothing to say.
i could write about how exhausted i am after flying all about the country in the past few months.
i could brag about my black eye, and how it has made me some friends that are boys at bars.
i could wax poetic and sappy on how wonderful things are with the girl and in the same breath vent that her stubbornness drives me crazy sometimes.
all my friends outside of rugby are moving away. the high school crew continues to break up more and more, though we'll always be tight. and my college friends. . .well they're all moving on . .going back to school, buying homes. and i just dream of a house with her. somewhere with a big yard, a gazebo maybe. the cats. out of this city life we both can't stand. away from the stress of finding new roommates all the time and getting parking tickets. all. the time.
i'm looking forward to the summer. maybe i'll play football again. or maybe i'll just enjoy my weekends on the cape. relaxing, reading, running, spending time with the most wonderful woman i've ever met. yeah. i can't wait.
it's been 6 official months. it seems like 6 days. there's so much further to go with this. and that gives me those butterflies that start in the bottom of your gut, and then force their way out in the form of a silly grin. kind of like how i fall asleep every night. grinning. and still not wanting to waste a single second of our time together.