my mornings begin at 6pm

this past week i haven't woken up before 6pm. my big goal of the entire week... well... the entire past summer... was to finish my resume and apply for a job. tra la la. instead, will and i sleep. we love to sleep. i love sleeping pills. stay up all night getting stoned, laughing, playing, talking, eating, and on and on, and then take a few sleeping pills at around 6am, sleep til 6pm, wake up, etc. the thing that's so great about it is how i've finally gotten past feeling guilty about sleeping late (super-extreme late), i'm working hard on really resisting the social boundaries that don't make much reasonable sense. i'm a night person. i like daytime, but i like night better, and i have to sleep sometime. being able to wake up late, snuggle for a few hours, both of us intent on not speaking so as to not break the spell, once you speak you inevitably start the process of getting up.... there's so much love, so much unity, it's incredible. how could i prefer spending those precious hours working at some goddamn desk, or sitting listening to some pompous professor preach, or bullshitting my time away with half-people, by which i mean, people i can't relate to and don't find anything interesting in. i'm not being superior, i'm positive there are people that feel as such about me, it's just one of the many truths about existence. sometimes you're built with more layers, other times you get some sort of thin composite.

so will and i wake up at the same time, we have seemed to merge into one person, i think much of it comes from the reclusivity of the two of us, we entertain each other so well that this is all we usually want. so, we decide to go to the store, which is fabulous, because there are more rednecks there than anywhere else in the world, and i love it. never a dull moment, especially when there are trashy magazines to read about britney spears' tragic MTV VMA awards moment (i don't have TV, so i had no idea about that fantastic situation)... we decide on burritos, and we're perfect, we can compromise on anything and it seems the planets are as well committed to serving our little entity-force, or whatever we've become. i say, no refried beans, black beans instead. he says, hmmm. are black beans good? yes! yes they are i say, blah blah and on, and there beside the black beans are REFRIED black beans. a compromise right in front of us. this happens more than you would think. we don't ever 'fight', one of us complains about this or that, and the other person listens and rarely ever gets defensive, and then we try to figure out together where it is we began misunderstanding or where our difference of opinions/emotions stem from, and we cry, and we hug, and we talk about loving each other forever, and everything is beautiful. there are no lies, or restrictions, or ideals. there is no competition...

the other night, we argued because of his WoW addiction, and he was going to sleep. i went down to do some laundry, and almost stepped on a tiny frog in the basement. we have a big buddhist-like thing with living creatures, stopping the car to rescue a toad in the middle of the road, always swerving around anything that could potentially be an animal... and i wake will up to take care of it, he comes downstairs and scoops up the little frog and places him outside in the bushes. he walks back inside without looking at me, because we were still semi-arguing, and i hug him, and he hugs me, and we nearly immediately see both sides of the disagreement. after that, there's no need to keep arguing, and all anger goes away.

i told him today that we should dispense relationship advice, at a cost. we'd be fantastic.