Honeymoon

W A R N I N G :  THIS POST CONTAINS STRONG AMOUNTS OF GROSS EXPRESSIONS OF AFFECTION BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE.  

THIS CONTENT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE PDA OR ARE BITTER ABOUT LOVING RELATIONSHIPS THAT AREN'T ABUSIVE YET.

You guise, I got my tongue re-pierced on Sunday-- it's the most awful thing ever not being able to eat whatever I want. And I had just gotten groceries the other day. We're on Day 5 today, and though I am able to eat solids with more ease, the soreness lingers. It's more dominant on the left side of the bottom of my tongue, but it's less shitty than what it was on Day 1. 

I am stubborn and have been eating solids anyway.

Fett, Lauren, and myself revisited none other than Studio City Tattoo. This was where I had my septum pierced, twice, and now my tongue! Hooray! Turns out that Fett has become quite familiar with the artists who work there, and actually gave the piercer, Steve White, a heads up that we were going in to see him specifically for this piercing. He was generous and gave me a discount. I made sure he was well tipped, because he didn't have to do that whatsoever. 

We waited briefly until he called me back to the chair. I asked if Fett and Lauren could come back and watch, which he said was totally fine. 

I look like an ape. (Thank you Lauren for capturing this)

There was a teensy little anatomical thingie that concerned me a little bit. You see, I have a short tongue.

That's as far as I could pretty much stick my tongue out. I was expecting him to turn me away saying that it was too much of a risk, especially considering the placements of the arteries that travel through the tongue. Without much muscle to grip onto, and my jaw in the way of his hand leaving little room for leverage to guide the needle, I thought I was SOL. 

NOPE. Steve White's been piecing for 12 years and went in like a trooper. He did have the clamps extra tight though, but the placement was perfect, and further back than I thought possible.

It pinched- best way to describe it. Accidentally biting your tongue actually hurts more, in my experience. The best thing about this now is that once this heals entirely I can put in my jewelry in the piercing towards the front of my tongue, and have two ^_^

I can't =\

It's sore, yes. It's swollen, yes. But is it worth it? Yes. I love it, and I'm glad I did it!
Also I'm officially a part of management at work. Woohoo! I got the promotion, and I couldn't be happier. I was telling my boss how much it I appreciated him believing in me and looking past my appearance. Corporate America does not like the modified folks, nope nope nope. I realize that it wasn't just him making the decision or ultimately factoring in what is passable and what isn't, but he pushed for it, and it feels cool to say that I work for a corporate company and run the floor eyebrowless, sporting dreadlocks and an undercut, and a bunch of apparent holes in my face from several facial piercings. It's nice. 

MOVING ON |

So while Lauren and I were having one of our talks, she had said something to me about my relationship with Fett that stood out. She had said to me that we are still in our honeymoon phase. This was open ended to me, but it lingered in my mind. I told Fett, and so WE'VE TOTALLY BEEN DOING A HONEYMOON THING :D

We've been going out to dinners, and spending even more time together, because why not? And it's been great. 

One evening we were wandering around during some off hour of the evening and he led us to one of his favorite Thai places, "Gindi Thai Restaurant". I'd never been, and was thrilled to share this with him. 

Their food was delicious. 

They also had paper as their table mantle, and there was a little cup of crayons in the center for people to draw with! He doodled a big heart made out of these intricately placed sketched out lines, and I drew....

Hey Arnold's head.

It was a lovely evening.

A few days ago we also went shopping for some stuff after I was off work. Considering how we recently got our tax returns... we had to go get things.

We went to the Burbank Town Center for my 3DS, which I bought refurbished. 

It's in absolutely perfect working condition with no flaws. Looks new. Probably stolen and sold for cash? (I used to work for EB Games/Gamestop and we'd get shit like this all the time)
And I also got a pre-owned copy of The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time to play on it :D

I'M SO FUCKING STOKED YOU GUISE. It's one of my all time favorite games EVER. UGH.

Then we went to Fry's to pick up Fett's electronic, I guess you could say, replacement? His other one broke. They didn't have them there. So we were off to Best Buy. Nope.
Okay, let's try Target. 

He spots his friend there, and turns out they have them in! They're selling them for like $15 more than they were at Best Buy (they offered to order one for him and ship it out to him for free) but he gets it anyway. 

While there I learned that they work with Verizon for phone upgrades, and like... I can get the phone I want next week for $150 less than what's listed on the Verizon website, LOL?!?! Yeah.... I talked to the guy there and he was like LOL, PSHYEAH. THEY'RE WAY MORE EXPENSIVE ON THE WEBSITE, JUST GET EM HERE. AND I'M LIKE LOLALRIGHT.

 

So that's awesome. 

 

Oh, and then we went to get Sushi, I think the evening before yesterday?

 

 

This was... an obstacle for me. Ice water had never been so soothing to me, but it was worth it.

Fett suggested we have mochi ice cream. I thought he meant for us to leave and purchase some somewhere to take home and indulge on.

nope. :)

They offered it there! I had no clue they had that =\

It was delicious! And felt awesome, lol.

We also, some days ago, strolled around downtown Burbank in search for a gift for his mother.

This was incredibly fun for me because we ended up at Barnes & Nobles. She likes to cook, so perhaps a nice cook book? She also likes wine. So maybe a book about wine? 

We came across many fun books, and the ones about Ramen flirted with me in the most cruel ways ever. UGH.

 

 

This is a thing. The descriptions are gross and hilarious at the same time. It was awful.

I'd buy it.

And finally, two nights ago when we got here after dinner, just as he was about to split for home that night, he takes out a piece of paper, folded hard shell taco style, and set it on my bed saying "this is something for you. you can read it whenever, at your leeeeiiisuure" 

He stressed "at your leisure" by saying it again to make sure I knew it wasn't a thing. I took him seriously and for a moment thought it was a document I had forgotten at his place at some point or something of the sort.

I open it (here it comes, I warned you) to find that this is far from some stupid piece of paper I left at his place. This is random as random gets, and possibly the most honeymoon thing ever, and it reads;

    My dear Cynthia,

      I was going to send you another message, but I felt the need to give you something tangible, something that you can hold as a confession of my feelings for you. Isn't it strange how something as insignificant as a piece of paper can mean so much? The same goes for ink. It is even stranger to think what can come of them when they are combined. You wrote to me on Christmas. And that feeling that rushed over me reading that is something that could only be felt, not described. I adore you. 
We first hung out at Denny's. You subtly began sparking my interest in you there. The way you thought, spoke, laughed, smiled, moved, looked at me was all so exciting to me. Then at the views, I wanted to see how you were outside of a confined setting, such as a restaurant. While driving around and seeing your reaction to each individual place that I took you to, I realized that I just had to show you everything I possibly could. Then I took you to the pier. I wanted to see how you were in a populated setting. The surprises continued. Though we weren't officially dating at the time, I felt a sense of pride being seen with you. I felt so proud that you were there, with me. The small thing of pretending to lift you on the side of the pier was a small test to see just how you would react. If you reacted negatively, then I knew there were no feelings, but you didn't. You reacted kindly and openly to it. And I'm so glad you did. Seeing your reaction to that place was so rewarding. Your genuine happiness, wonder, and excitement further developed my wanting to show you more spectacles. I wanted to share all of my experiences with you. So I did. And you continued to be amazed and excited, and so happy. I really can't explain how rewarding that is. 
As cliché as it is, your smile makes me feel happy. It makes me feel that I have done so much right for you. And it just furthers my desire to do so (already crying, btw). When I surprised you with the Cirque du Soleil show, and you started crying; it was the first time ever that I felt the emotion I did at that moment. I was so happy, so beyond any other time that I can ever recall. I would have never wanted to share a moment like that with anyone but you. 

[REMOVED]

Then, the night that I was telling you all the things I liked about you, and you told me to hold back my words; I realized that things don't need to be said when they are already displayed. That is something that was new to me. I always thought that the two should go hand in hand, but when a feeling is being displayed so strongly, then words are unneeded, especially one as commonly used as Love. I really wish there was a better, less contaminated word to use for what I feel for you (dying). From the times you don't feel beautiful in your own skin, from the times you feel like a burden to me, from the times you try to push me away; I want to be there for you. With your past, your faults, your perfect imperfections, I want all of it. I want you to be able to see yourself as I see you. Because honestly, I think you’d be stricken with such amazement, just as I am every day. I adore you, Cynthia; far more than any words on a page can begin to describe.

- The Map [Edited]




YEP, I WARNED YOU.

I feel so undeserving of this, because no one (of my exes) has gone out of their way to express their affections to me to this degree. It overwhelmed and humbled me to the core.
This seriously feels like some straight up Disney shit, ya'll.
Which reminds me... I can probably get a pass soon.

yeah.
OKAY.
GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY, AND HAVE A HAPPY CHRISTMAS