Sitting comfortably in the Living room, thinking about my fine, fine, fine Heather.
We spent the evening dressing her up for a little Goth gathering, going to Nation. I got to watch her put all the make-up on, and then sort of select clothes of all sorts. Unfortunately, my opinion actually counts for very little with her choices – but man… the way she turned out! Oh GOD I sort of wish I Loved dancing and going to Goth clubs.
I’ve never had a really, really girlie girlfriend before. It’s a little silly, but it’s also a whole lot of fun. I enjoy the whole dress-up act, and Heather never feels like she gets the chance to get out and play with her pretty clothes.
Watched AI tonight. Amazing movie, but so incredibly sad. I hate depressing movies, but I Love this one. Deaths and Love and loss – it always makes me worry about my own family and friends. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to Heather…. death isn’t something I’m particularly unfamiliar with. I’d been to 32 funerals by the time I’d graduated college, and swore somewhere along the way that I’d never go to funeral 33. That oath was broken when I went to a girlfriend’s grandfather’s funeral a couple of years ago. But I haven’t lost anyone I was particularly close to for a long time. I really don’t plan to, either.
