Three Bad Things...

I lay awake in bed tonight, staring into the face of the one I love as she sleeps. Words cannot define how I feel right now. Well maybe they can, because I feel pretty tired. And 'tired' is a word. LOL. But I'm talking about the feeling of walking into your house and sitting on the couch, sighing with relief that you are 'home'. Home, there's a word that I haven't been able to mean since my children were ripped from my clutches. Even thru being out later than I anticipated two days in a row, she still smiles at me when I return home. Can home be more than where you hang your hat? I think so. I hang my hat on Riviera. That is not home.

I was talking with Ice today and told her that I didn't want to get home any later than 10pm. My girlfriend was there, laying on my chest while I was talking. I corrected myself and said, I don't want to be back at my gf's place any later than 10. To which my fair maiden said to me, this can be your home if you want... That statement is starting to sink in, so I started thinking about another thing. Anytime I have began a relationship in the past, I make note of three bad things that they do or don't do that really REALLY annoy me. So, I was a man on a mission, finding those three things. So here are the three things I came up with: I find it utterly irritating when she. Yeah right. There is absolutely nothing that irritates, aggravates, provokes, or annoys me. I love her. In love, I have said before that, there has to be a complete acceptance of the person, right? I accept her for everything that she is, and even those things that she is not. This Jap is in lurfe with a white girl.

***CODE RED Mushy Alert - SOLDIER! Man your battle station!!***

Even now as I watch her sleep I want to wake her up and tell her I love her, kiss her once on her cheek and twice on her sweet lips, hold her until dawn and then thru till dusk. I love everything about her. Especially, the way smiles at me, at the strangest times with no explanation other than, you're amazing. I love the way she sways when we embrace. I love that she's shorter than I am! I love that our relationship is open enough to allow room for even the darkest of secrets; I love that I can trust her with mine, and that she feels she can trust me with hers. I love that she so firmly knows who she is, and yet is confident enough that she can share her weaknesses with me. I love that there are no awkward silences, only comfortable ones. I love that we have been friends for years before beginning a relationship. I love that twinkle she has in her eyes every time she says "I love you". I love the way she says my name (I always have) but now there's a dash of lust in her voice that just makes me wanna jump her bones. I love that every time I look at her, I get this stupid grin on my face and every time I get that grin, she smiles and timidly asks, 'what?' I love that I do the same thing! Enough with the lovey-dovey stuff, LOL. I am not mushy.

I do have a question tho... How can I be so amazing? I am me. Half jap, half not. I do the same thing that I do with my kids and the ex thought I was some kinda jackass. I am still me. I have not changed that much. I have changed a little but it wasn't that long ago that all my friends told me I was an asshole. Now, they are changing their stories. Kini told me today that I am NOT an asshole, she said that I'm a pretty nice guy with asshole tendencies. WTF? LOL. I am me, whoever or whatever I be.

I have taken it upon myself (because I have so much time off work right now) to better organize the childrens rooms. She has two awesome children, a little misguided at times but they kick ass! Their rooms were in need of some help. She has a 4 yr old that we'll call Son of Milf, and a 6 yr old that we'll call Daughter of Milf. So I spent the better part of a day cleaning, sorting, organizing, and straightening Son of Milf's room. You should have seen him when he got home, he was so excited! It was freakin awesome! I have yet to finish Daughter of Milf's room, but hopefully, come dawn, I can get back to that.

It is time that I join my love. Hasta Pasta, or whatever that's suppose to be. I'm tired. goo-knight.