love you whenever we’re together,

love you whenever we’re together,
love you when we’re apart

So, it’s early sunday morning, and my phone rings. I drag my sorry, sleepy ass out of bed, and hear the voice of Ryan Patrick Casey, one of the greatest loves of my entire life. Ryan, like Bill and Mitch, falls into the top 5 non-family people who have had the most distinct effect on who I’ve become. For one reason or other, we hadn’t talked in over a year, since he’s in Japan right now, teaching english. We talked for over five hours, and in that process went over every little stinking detail of everything fate-ish that happened between the two of us in the past five and a half years, and it was SO GREAT. That’s all I’m going to say about it, since I already went over it in disgusting detail in my “none of your damn business” blog.

On a slightly less cool note, Casie’s birthday was yesterday and I didn’t call her. I’d been setting alarms for myself for weeks, I got her a present, I just never got off my ass enough to do it on time. I’m a shmo. sigh. I did call her from work today, but she was on her way to a class. I’m a well-meaning but all around bad friend.

On Sunday, after my phone marathon, Billy and I took the Bailey and Piper to Greenlake to hang out for the afternoon. They barked at everyone, but that was okay. It was so nice to just hang out OUTSIDE for once… maybe I’ll do that tonight, while Bill’s at rehearsal. Get in touch with my inner wood nymph by romping with the dogs. Of course, what I’ll actually end up doing is spending all night cleaning, since the dogs got out of the bathroom today and chewed up a bunch of crap. And peed on the carpet. They’ll never learn.

And now, it’s that magic, magic hour wherein I get to go the hell home.