Where are you going, and where have you been?

Oh, GOD. Ben* is sucking me in w/the curse of the lazy bastard once again. I did not get up this morning in time to exercise, and we had breakfast at... McDonald's, of all places(the breakfast burrito thing was not bad! the coffee was pretty solid, also). I am slowly but surely on my way to become a fat-ass slob. Why is it that when I become happy and somewhat stable, I am ok with being gross?

We had the best sex we've ever had last night. He always manages to surprise me in some new way, even though we've probably fucked like 2000 times already. He also brought up the idea of a 3some, and I am not opposed to it. OMG, this must be love.

Oh, we're picking up a puppy from a breeder we found on the internet when we get to Palo Alto. She weighs 2.12 lbs and is a Yorkie. Can't believe we're really doing this-- the dog, the move, the domesticating. I have officially become boring... unless I find some way to screw it up!

*Yes, the pejorative "loser ex" label has to be retired for now, for my own pride's sake