I just spen tthe night at a real sweetheart's house. She fed me steak, we drank some brews and I smoked a little of TBPITW. It was a nice respite from my house, and my crackhead roommate. It was a little strange when she woke her kids up for school, the early morning domestic sounds haven't been part of my life for a long long time now. It was OK, though. SHe's a real cool girl, my swiss miss blond, tattooed radiology student pal. We hung out and watched "Manchurian Candidate", until I fell out. She covered me with warm blankets and I crashed on the couch. I woke up to the sounds of Bob Marley playing as she made breakfast for her kids. Nice girl, I wanna see her again. This is weird, we didn't have sex or anything, a little cuddling, that's all, but damn if that wasn't the coolest evening I've had in a while. Sure, maybe the novelty will wear off, but it seems OK. She "just" got back from Portland, OR, and had a great time there. She hates this town we live in, too, so I know she's alright. We had a little discussion about how this town breeds suicide and drug addiction, and how much it sucks. I've been told I'm a pretty cold-hearted guy, and I guess that can be true, but damn if this girl didn't make me feel good, relaxed and comfortable, just by being nice to me. I told her I needed a vacation from the crackhead roommate and she said "well, you're staying here tonight, so don't worry about that". I'm not in love or anything, but that girl's alright. I'd kill people for her if she asked me too.
Oh yeah, "I just" smoked a joint of some schwag (she doesn't smoke much) by myself while she was walking to the bus stop with her five and seven year old kids. I am feeling OK, which is rare for a morning, unless I've been high all night......
