All you need is love, and bath towels

The negotiations have come to a halt and it has been decided that my relationship will endure until the next major crisis, which hopefully we will be able to keep at bay for at least another year. I cannot handle another set of tumultuous months like the two I just went through. This whole situation actually tore me apart physically and mentally and I’m still in the midst of rebuilding my foundation. I know from the outside that my relationship doesn’t seem like the healthiest thing in the world, but there really are more good times than bad. It just so happens that the bad times, when they do come along, love longevity.

It is a good thing that Christopher and I were able to reconcile because in a week we will be leaving for a week-long vacay to Los Angeles. This trip has been planned and paid for months ago, when things were wonderful and we foresaw no signs of impending doom regarding our relationship.

I’m looking forward to the trip because it will give us a chance to spend time together without the rigors of day-to-day life bringing us down. Plus, we get to see Mike Einzinger’s opus End Vacuum. We won tickets and even get to go backstage and meet all the members of Incubus.

I became an Incubus fan when I met Christopher. They were and still are his favorite band. He has tons of memorabilia from their concerts, Brandon Boyd’s books, signed posters, every album ever pressed – including the live ones, and most the odd item – a genuine basketball jersey from Callabasas High which is where all the original members of the band went to school (I think). Obviously, I’m not quite as obsessed or I would know that. However, it is still really exciting; plus, I’ve never been to L.A.

Sadly, that is still a week away and in the meantime I’m supposed to be working. However, I can’t really muster any form of motivation and therefore, have spent the majority of my day basking in my own laziness: reading, surfing the net, joking around with my boss, etc. However, there are several things that I need to finish by close of business today – such as track down a d-bag who won’t show me the common courtesy of returning my phone calls requesting an interview. Other than that, on my list of things to do today – other than finish the hoards of articles that are starting to build up – buy new bath towels, ours are starting to always have a slightly mildewed smell, even after washing.

I'm never going to be famous. I don't do anything, not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.
- Dorothy Parker