2004-10-14 - 4:02 p.m.

I have a headache so this is just a bunch of random things that I thought about today… oh and one dream.
It’s time you knew the truth; libbyfish never was and never will be a girly girl. I never dotted my i’s with hearts or flowers; I never went through that horse obsession phase little girls have, and I most certainly never gush. In fact, I am much more of a guy’s girl, I like college football, hockey, chicken wings and I can quote movie quotes better than most men I know. I have on more than one occasion been accused of owning my own set of balls. So at the risk of ruining my reputation (cue the cherubs and unicorns) here we go...
When P asked me to move in with him I was apprehensive because I had lived with someone before and it ended badly. But I figured well we had been together for over two years and we spent each night together anyway so it just felt right. As you know, I took the plunge last month and have started living in sin with P. Even though it has only been a month, I am so happy that he forced me at gunpoint to do this. It goes way beyond having someone to come home to; it is more that I get to come home to P. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone so much, sometimes I am just sitting there looking at him doing something weird like making a list of the top 100 things he would like to see set on fire and I just have to kiss him. As the biscuit would say, “I am drawn to him”.
I will wait until everyone is finished throwing up. Ready? Let’s continue.
Now I know you are all saying, “but libbyfish, you just said that you never gush” and to that I will say I don’t and if any of you mention this again I will deny it, hunt you down and kill you.
In the past month I have noticed a regular neighborhood crazy. I think he may have turrets because he is always swearing about something under his breath. Today he asked me for a cigarette and when I told him I didn’t have one he told me to go to hell. That is why you don’t get to know your neighbors in the city. What intrigues me about him is that he is always clean and nicely dressed so he clearly isn’t homeless. I really want to know this guy’s back-story but I am a little afraid to talk to him. I have seen him lose his shit and start freaking out on a bodega owner that threatened to call the police because he was sitting on the fire hydrant in front of his store. Stay tuned I will report more as the story progresses.
I have been having some really bizarre and incredibly realistic dreams lately. It has freaked me out a bit as I usually have to take Nyquil to get this kind of realism. Sidebar- I have 300 days sober off Nyquil. Thank you for your support- end sidebar. A little background for dream… David Bowie lives across the street from my office and I have seen him and his wife on occasion as they get into their car. Allegedly he also frequents the pub that is just down the street. I say allegedly because I have yet to see him in there personally so I cannot confirm nor deny that. Anyway, I had a dream that he came to our office because the bartender at the pub down the street told him he could find other English people here. Then we all went to his apartment for drinks. He and Iman have a lovely home. There was a lot more that happened but is there anything more boring than hearing someone else’s disjointed thoughts described in mind numbing detail?

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