beem salla beem

2003-10-29 - 12:31 p.m.

yesterday danny came by to fix the heating vents. he smiled and insisted on taking off his shoes before entering the house because it had been raining that day and he didn't want to track anything in. i told him not to worry about it, but he did it anyway. then as he was up on his ladder fixing the vent in my room, he jumped down and said that he was going to steady the ladder so that he wouldn't fall down. i told him that if he fell to the left he'd just fall on the bed. he smiled and said, 'yeah, that'd be nice.'

as he left the house he locked it then shut the door. a second later he knocked again and said that the door handle felt a bit loose and if i'd give him just a second he'd tighten the handle with a screwdriver. i told him that i'd not even noticed, but thanked him for fixing it just the same. then he locked the door and shut it again, this time leaving. danny always tells me to lock the door behind him, every time i'm there. he's very concerned with me locking that door.

on his way down the stairs he looked up at me and said, 'now, if you need anything, anything at all, just let me know. our residents are our first priority here.' i thanked him for that.

he's really nice. like, really nice. i always watch out for the really incredibly overly nice people. not that i don't appreciate it, because i do. but, y'know, that level of nice...what's up with that? other than him wanting my body, i mean.

he's the one with the really big dick, by the way.

special k is driving up tomorrow, hooray! and we're going to watch magical movies and make rice gimpy treats and go shopping and be girly girls. ahh, how i love being girly. not obnoxious girly, just gloriously girly, just doing what comes natural and loving it, the swishy hips, the laughter, the exclamations over fabulous clothes. fun fun fun fun fun.

and now i gotta go, i gots things to do. life is a cookie. beem salla beem.