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Thursday, July 18th, 2002 @ 6:49 p.m.
Curtis picked me up from the airport last night.
I took him to dinner at Pappasitos, a local Tex-mex place that I have historicaly abhored, but their enchiladas are his favorite. I found I really enjoyed them as long as I thought of them as Tex-Mex, and NOT, I repeat NOT enchiladas. We people watched for awhile, then drove back to my place where we watched Absolutely Fabulous and spoiled Mia with attention. Then we went to the rodeo, we made several trips to the rodeo, infact. He's a cute cowboy:)
I passed out for several hours today, while I am supposed to be getting my paperwork done, so we can roadtrip to points unknown, where I'm sure we will also visit the rodeo many times.
Instead, after he left this morning, I ate, then slept, and now find myself here, in front of the computer at 7:00 in the evening. The right place to do said paperwork, but doing d-land instead.
I have TONS of pics. And possibly a smattering of things to write about from the trip. Hopefully I can get that done this evening, or tomorrow, before taking off. We are litterly going to throw darts at a map and drive.
I feel spoiled. He took 7 days off of work just to spend with me before I go back to school. Sweet, sweet man.
Hugs, really I'm leaving to do paperwork, I am NOT going to go to 1/2 price books and lull time away looking for more Buffy on tape. Nope not going to do it. I AM going to do paper work. I am. I am, I am. I have exactly 2 hours to get paperwork done, before I am to drive up to his place.
WE ALL FALL DOWN
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