#whatevercametomind

What is the combination with coffee and smoking?  I think it’s the perfect combination.  Kind of like cigs and alcohol, or whiskey and campfires.  Something about it seems so perfect.

“I want to fall in love with you” --Chris Isaak.  

Gosh guys, this week has been chaotic.  I mean, though it’s only monday, the past weekend was hectic.  You see, my boyfriend fractured his neck.  He has a spinal strain and possibly a sub-dermal hematoma (??--basically a busted blood vessel).  The best part is, we’ve been dating officially for about a week but been together for about 6.  Idk how I feel about taking care of somebody I only partially know.  I guess that’s the awesome part about doctors...But they’re getting paid!

Idk.  I”m just being prejudice and needing something to complain about.  I mean...my boyfriend’s brother is allowing us to stay at his mansion while my boyfriend is incapacitated.

It’s actually kind of funny, the balance of trying to care for him and allow him to be independent.  I can definitely see where helicopter parents come into play.  We get so worried about having them stumble and fall, get hurt,...or in my case, die, that you come overbearing to your loved one.  He hates it, i want to help but my boyfriend hates it.  He is such an independent dude that he wants to do everything.  

But goodness, is he attractive.  He’s so kind and gentle, and yet fierce and powerful in the perfect combination (or as far as I see!).  He wants to please me and spoil me, something that seems to be lacking with all my exes...spoiling.  I didn’t really know what I was missing...  I guess that tends to be how it goes.  

I’m really stoned right now... and guys, it’s so nice.  I’m sitting at my boyfriend’s brother’s mansions front porch, it’s chilly of about 32ºF but i have this beautiful view of the mountains, clouds, snow, etc.  I have my bowl on one side of me and my cup of coffee chilling to the left of it.  I even spoiled myself and brought a beer out because, fuck it.  

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I miss my ex roommates.  They were dope as hell.  One was a ski instructor as I was a snowboard instructor.  She was so goofy but so cool.  Wait, the perfect word is zanny.  She was calming and fun and loved to  party.  I miss her goofy ways and always wanting to party.  

Then, there was the wild one.  Loved her but man, she got around.  Though she was sometimes disrespectful, over-dominating, and self-centered, she was very easy going and adventurous.  It made for an interesting experience full of laughter, anger, and joy.  

Hm...I want to go get more coffee but really don’t know if I can get up.  Or if i get up will I come back to the cold to grab the rest of my things...  ARG, why did I bring so much out here.  

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