i spent my "weekend" writing songs, drinking beers&wines, smoking fags and procrastinating via crosswords, Strangers With Candy episodes and sweeping the floors in the bartender's flat... whilst he worked.

in his non-work time, we ate, slept, watching films, shopped, drank, smoked, crossworded, cribbaged [[galore!]], and [of course] made out/sexed.

1. i now have a key.
2. i spilled a can of dietcoke with lime all over his floor.
3. i rearranged his bottles on his new winerack.
4. a bottle slipped out [[3buck Chuck]] and smashed to bits.
5. he mopped whilst i bled.
6. the winerack is being tossed out [[damn you, IKEA! you've failed me!!]]
7. my white socks [*gasp*] have been tossed out.
8. he scrubbed the rightleg of my jeans to remove the 3buck Chuck... and did-such with success!
9. i am under the impression that i will not enjoy sleeping alone anymore.
10. he read me exerps from the last collection of Douglas Adams' works whilst i drank coffee thinking, "crikey, this is all-too-perfect!"

[[oh. and i think i'm in actual-love. not the pretend-love of every love prior... but, actual-love.]]

[[[oh, oh. and i think he is as well.]]]