It is fucking hot outside right now. I'm slightly grateful I get to sit inside in an air-conditioned office. But then again, that's how people get sick! I really can't get sick again. My immune system is shot already and I know for a fact, that if I get sick again, I'll never get out of this demonic cycle I'm currently trying to overcome.
In other news, M has been a severe sweetheart lately. For my birthday week and just in general, he's a good friend. And, believe it or not, he's one of those people who can put me in my place without A) hurting my feelings or B) sounding like he's a know-it-all. That's my job mostly because I'm tactless. And I word vomit. Often.
Like today at lunch, ordered some yummy tacos and I guess me and the cashier didn't really communicate well because my order came up as two chicken tacos instead of three. I checked my receipt and - oops - it says two chicken tacos. But I distinctly remember holding up three fingers... Ponder- and whatever-tasticness while waiting for blood sugar to regain authority is not a suggested attitude to have when the staff are being actually kinda helpful.
M's words: Yeah, just deal with it next time. Especially when they're being cool about it all.
Direct, to-the-point, not digging at me personally. I had a moment of somewhat clarity. And I say somewhat because my blood sugar still wasn't quite up-to-par. Is that what it feels like when someone puts you in your place in a constructive way? Dude, he's so patient and helpful. I can't stand it, but love it at the same time.
There were some rice and beans on the side, even though I hadn't paid for them. I tipped. I'd say we're even. And next time, I will deal with it. I can't have M being all "save Liz because she's helpless" because as patient as he is now... Yeah... I don't plan on waiting to see if there's a breaking point. I'll try to be WAY more self-sufficient.
Except in bed. Fuck that, he can worship me and cater to my every whim in bed. Because well... he's fucking good at it. And that shit's addicting. I don't think I've ever had so much orgasmic fun in bed with anyone else in my entire sexual life.
I do need to be an awesome friend back to him because he's got some rough shit in his life. The ex, his living situation, his job, his financial situation. Yeah. I'd say he deserves a lot of lovin'. Peace of mind and a good night's rest coming up with a side of crack-his-shit-up.