My romantic life with Pete, a somewhat tweet-style entry.

"Tweet" reads "lazy".

Me: You're making me work, woman! - Peter Kovacs on taking out the trash

Me: One girl and a cup. :)

Peter - When all you do at work is cursing in all the languages you know or don't know, it's time to look for a new job... :P

Me: The Reference Librarians are searching for meaning behind the Reference ticks. I hear ya, comrades. :)))

PETER: and they say they are 2 girls. we're moving in!
me: Yes, well, better chance for you to have a threesome, then.
PETER: four...
me: You are sooo ambitious. I have taught you well, grasshopper.

PETER: define:infidelity (i know what infidel means), define: accomplice, define:milk
me: Ha ha ha!!! I love you, my little big foreigner.

Me: New vocabulary words for Peter in the past 12 hours with me: banister, infidelity, milk (verb), & accomplice. We have such an exciting life. :)

me: Jah, jah, I know the deal We see eye to eye on this, grasshopper. Or... eye to chest... Big spoon.


me: My body wants your babies.
PETER: babies?!!?!?!!?!?!!?!?!??!?!!? it doesn't take too much effort from you to scare the shit out of me

Ah, gym showers.

So!!! After gym, I was in the shower, all sullen and brooding and resentful of having to do boring shit for such a long period of time with unnoticeable results like I usually am. And then. Suddenly. I hear these wild shrieks followed by slapping footsteps and high pitched noises and activity sounds only girls can carry out. Then I hear these girlish voices all around me whilst I am in my lone little shower stall and through the curtains I see these wild, wet naked bodies of slim to curvy swim athletes swirling all around me in a flurry of after-swim-meet half hygienic half social functions. And I think. Man. I bet every straight red blooded American man would kill to be me right now.

Doo-be-doo-be-doo.

Trabajando en la biblioteca para la tres horas siguientes esta dia. W00t.