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i'm coming [02 Mar 2005|09:34am]

you know that job that i have? no you don't. fifteen more minutes and i'm out of here.
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[22 Feb 2005|01:42pm]

Just to set it straight... he got a job and a house.

He'll be back here soon. He gives his two week notice today, and I'm anxious to hear what they have to say to him about it.

I'm on lunch right now, and I am now headed back to work.

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doubt [15 Feb 2005|03:13pm]

for some reason i don't think i'm going to get a job before i come here. i had been telling kittie, for some time now, that i was going to move here no matter what. i told her that i would live in a crappy little apartment. i told her i would sweep floors at wal-mart. i told her i would come here even if i didn't have a job or place to stay. it's not that i was lying...but i was never expecting to be here without work.

there's one crap job that i can get for sure. the work is crap and so is the pay. but it is income. however, there's one good job that i'd like to have. the work is crap and the pay is good. i went to talk to them yesterday. they're looking for someone like me - with my experience and training. but......ahhhh, it's iffy. supposedly they'll have a full-time position for me after some changes at the company but they'd like me to start as soon as possible to get aclimated. but they don't want to put anything on paper. where i come from that means they're jerking you around. but this is the south. people, like, shake hands instead of drawing up contracts. it's a different world out here. anyways, if i take the crap job i won't be able to start at the good-pay job. and if i bank on the good-payers taking me, and it falls through, i won't have a job. i'm thinking maybe they're having a hard time believing that i'd be moving here from california just to be with my southern belle. i'm going to go back and tell them to "Give me the job or get shot in the face". works every time...i hope.

tomorrow is chore/errand day. my chores and errands are to turn on the water, gas, and electricity and have it all under my name. then i get to choose on the trash situation. i can either go with waste management or some other outfit called "Good Neighbor". i'm thinking waste management because that's, like, the city or something. and the other would be, all, not totally trustable 'cuz it's, like, different, and stuff. i guess i could always change it later. i've been jumping itno alot of things without asking all the questions i should up front. i've been moving a little too fast. i've got tennis elbow in my left arm. i haven't had a good nights sleep in a week. kittie and i are already talking about exactly when she'll be moving in with me. i still want to be a bachelor at first, though. i want to use the living room as my bedroom and dumb stuff like that. put my weights in the kitchen and pee in the sink. you know? manly stuff, and stuff.

and i haven't even started to look into getting all my stuff over here. i'm going to force my dad to help me but we might not be able to get everything into my truck with a trailer hanging off the back end. i hope i can...but i'm not SURE that i can.

ok, so:

- job

- how to get my stuff here

once i get those two handled i'll feel better. and one more thing to stress about - no in-n-out burger. there is not one single in-n-out in the entire state. but i've found out that i like sonic. good thing they have one of those on every other corner.
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[15 Feb 2005|03:10am]

valentie's day went great...

and i got a house.

it's funny how everything just works out for me.
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Amazing. [14 Feb 2005|02:53pm]

Here I was thinking this whole time that Baron would be the one to neglect this journal, but I've been the one neglecting it. I read it constantly, but I hardly ever find time to update. Now that he's off at a dealership to talk to someone about a job, I have a few minutes to sit down and type this out.

He's amazing. Quite frankly, the most amazing person I've ever met. He smiles, and I feel my heart melt. He hugs me, and I feel safe. He kisses me, and I feel comfortable. He holds me, and I feel like begging him to never let go.

It sucks that I got sick the day after he got here so we couldn't hang out and do a bunch of fun things, but I've seen that he'll stick with me even through the crap that we get dealt. He's even been taking care of me while I've been sick! How's that for amazing? He's held me while I coughed and moaned about my throat being sore. He even sat there and forced me to take medicine.

He's taken reign over my shitmobile of a car while he's here. I like being in the passenger seat while he drives. How cheesy is that?

I love this man, and I'm going to marry him. There's no doubt in my mind about it. Even my parents see it.

My parents love him. My brother loves him. Everyone thinks he's awesome. The people that matter to me at work love him. He handles himself so well in public situations.

I wonder why some girl hadn't already snatched this guy up and begged him to marry her before. He's just so amazing that it blows my mind. Every single little thing he does or says makes me feel loved. He tells me how beautiful I am all the time, and he's always kissing me and telling me he loves me. He's doing everything he can to make me happy, and he's constantly supportive of me when I have to do things that I don't think I can do. He does everything he can to help me out in any given stressful situation.

This man is one of the few good ones left. One of those guys that has EVERYTHING. He's got kindness, politeness, looks, sense of humour, talent, chivalry, intelligence, and he wants to be COMMITTED to me. How many guys do you find these days that will put up with your crap and still love you? He doesn't even gripe at me when I get all pathetic and whiny when I'm sick. He just smiles, kisses me, and tells me I'll be OK.

I can't see any bad in him. All I see is how much I love him. Even the things I know I should think are bad, I still love about him. I love everything about him.

I'm his forever. I found THE one. That doesn't happen often. I'm quite happy.

And to think... I found him on the internet.
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cyber-dating? haHAhahahahuhuHA! [14 Feb 2005|07:54am]

found a house yesterday. two-bedrooms, one and a half baths, car port, work-shop, big kitchen, new appliances, wooden deck and this can all be mine for just a little over half of what i'm paying for my one bedroom apartment in california. i'm talking with the owners today after they get done playing tennis. i think they're louisiana yuppies.

"I want this house."

"Well, sir, that's great..."

"Just one thing: Are you willing to rent it to a single man from California who doesn't have a job yet?"

"That might be a problem."

"What if I pay the first twelve months up front?"

apparently, these people like cash as much as the people in california. but they're the only ones. in california you can get whatever you want by flashing a couple hundred dollar bills at someone. but i couldn't even rent a car over here. that's what i get for never having had a credit card. my ingenious plan to never get into debt by never having credit is blowing up in my face.

never had:

- credit card

- checking account

- any clue as to how helpful those two things would be right now.

no biggie. i'm just going to go over to that house today, pull out a gun, point it at them and say, "Give me the house." works every time.

and how lame is today? i'm taking kittie to work and then i'm doing the house thing and then i'm going to go look for a job. did you see what i left out? the hugging? the kissing? the celebrating of our first valentine's day? it sucks to think that we might be too busy with crap to just sit back and hold eachother. i'm betting that when i get depressed about it kittie will just say that we're doing this so that we can be together forever. she's always doing that...making sense. being rational. understanding. it sucks. just once i'd like to see her go crazy with anxiety like i do. i think the only thing i've seen her worked up over was having to take some dayquil.

moms is happy that i've found a decent place.
sis is happy that i've found love.
and maybe i'll call my dad today and let him know that i'm in louisiana. he might like to know stuff like that. for some reason i haven't told him yet. he knows kittie exists. he knew that i was coming to visit her. but i haven't told him about how i went crazy and flew over here early. he ain't gonna disown me, or nothing like that. i just know that he'll be getting down on me about it. he loves me and cares about my well being so he tends to harp. i guess i feel like i don't need harping right now. i guess i don't want to here my dad constantly telling me to leave myself a "way out" if kittie turns into a psycho-bitch. he doubts her. he doubts me. he doubts himself.

wow. that was happy.

i just kissed kittie and said, "Happy Valentine's day!" she kissed me back. life is good.
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[09 Feb 2005|12:08pm]

an hour and a half
an hour and a half
an hour and a half until she takes her lunch break and we go to sonic to get a burger

tomorrow: job

friday: house

can you believe i resisted this girl at first?
what was i waiting for?
stopped waiting, dropped everything, flew six hours, hugged and kissed, haven't stopped for two days.
had dinner with her parents last night.
went better than anyone could have expected.
her mom actually likes me.
hopefully we take pictures tonight.
forgot to take pictures last night.
forgot to play guitar for her last night.
forgot to have the post office hold my mail.
forgot everything.
have been driving around for the past two days holding hands and kissing at stop lights.
i head back to work in a week and a half and give my notice.
after the two longest weeks of my life me and pops drive to lousiana with all my stuff.
good times.
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first off... [17 Jan 2005|11:30am]

i'm no cat freak. i was just looking at the userinfo for this community and kittie made it look like i'm some cat fanatic or something. while it is true that i like cats more than dogs, i ain't no "cat freak".

me and her have been talking all serious like recently. it gets me thinking about what i would be willing to do for her. little things. when we first started talking i told her that i didn't want any pets. my pops taught me to "Never acquire anything with a mouth." now i would be willing to get her any pet she wanted if it made her happy. i'd let her dress me. i'd let her pick out the furniture. i'd let her decide what we're going to eat. i'd let her decide where we live. i'm at the point where i can't think of anything i wouldn't do for her. oh yeah, go back two sentences and replace all the "i'd"s with "i'll"s. it's not that i'm a big old wuss who can't make up his own mind. i just want to do WHATEVER IT TAKES to make her happy.

the other night she asked me if i wanted to hear something funny.

"Tell me."

"I'm going to do everything I can to make you stay when you come to visit in February."

"Oh, really?"


she went on to tell me how she had the whole thing planned out in her head. she would try to have a job lined up for me when i showed up and we would go around together looking for houses to rent and she would let me use her phone to call my dad and have him gather up all my things and drive them out to me and the white picket fence and the one point five kids and the pets and the rest of our lives in happiness and everything wonderful.

then i asked her if she wanted to hear something funny.

"I've been thinking about that, too."

i told her all about my plan to have at least half of my belongings in cardboard boxes before i go to visit her. i told her about how i would try to get a job that i could start within three weeks. i told her how i was planning on bringing an extra wad of hundred dollar bills in case i saw a house for rent that i just had to have. i told her that MY secret plan was to go in february and set everything up so that i could come back home and give my two week notice at work, pack the rest of my stuff, get the deposit on my apartment, kiss everyone goodbye, and be back in her arms in less than twenty days...FOR GOOD.

i hate talking about marriage. but i can't stop. she couldn't be more perfect for me. i hated typing that just now. if i had read something like that two years ago i would have thought that the person writing it was a fool. now i'm the fool. i can't see myself without her.

kittie asked me for my ring size.
i gave it to her.
this isn't a fantasy.
this is going to happen.

thirty-one more days
thirty-one more days
thirty-one more days

until i'm with her
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You're so unbelievable... [05 Jan 2005|10:18am]

[ mood | happy ]

I got so lucky that some other girl didn't snatch him up and leave me sitting here without a soulmate.

However, if I had known that he was out there, and he was taken... I would have literally and seriously waited a lifetime.

I'm thankful for him every morning when I wake up to his voice and every night when I go to sleep to his voice.

Is it dorky that I think I'm the luckiest girl alive? I don't care if it is, because I am. ;)

His plane tickets are purchased, he's requested the time off, I've requested time off, and it's all set in stone. That makes me happy.

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At least he got the lousy girlfriend... [27 Dec 2004|09:08pm]

[ mood | loved ]

So, OK... here we go. I just want to babble out a quick post. Baron is on the phone, and he's all sleepy. I'm guessing he'll be asleep before I finish typing this post. It doesn't bother me at all... I like listening to him breathe even. It's cute when he sleeps. Heh He's going to laugh when he reads that part of this post.

Sometimes I just feel like I'm biding my time until February... when I finally get to hug him. I've never met a guy who makes me smile so much... or makes me feel so loved all the time. He can take care of me even from all the way in California. He cheers me up when I'm having a bad day, and it doesn't even take a lot for him to do it. I can just hear his voice when I'm upset, and I instantly feel better. He makes me feel complete even from so far away. I know when he gets here that it will be amazingly wonderful, and I won't want him to leave. I'll reluctantly let him go back to Cali, though. I know he has stuff to take care of there, and if he loves me and wants to be with me... he'll be back. I trust that. I trust him. I trust him more than I do anyone else.

I got all my Christmas presents from him last week on Christmas Eve. He got his presents on Christmas Eve, too. I'll copy and paste what he got me here: some 6x9 speakers and 4x6 speakers for my car, some pink skull slip on Vans (check the avatar, yo!), a PS2 controller and an XBox controller (I have neither an XBox or PS2 but he has both... get it? Heh Yes, we're geeks. He was saying "This is for when I move there, so you can use them on mine"... and it was adorkable!), a copy of a caricature of him, a Stewie doll for my car, a photo album full of pictures of him (I loved it so much), a microphone and a cable for it, an In & Out shirt, 2 customized mc chris hoodies (one has a pink "K" on the back for my name! They're really, really nice), a Gir action figure, Vampire Hunter D DVD, Spaceghost Season 2 DVD, a headset for my cellphone, and a couple of other things. It was so nice. I cried constantly.

Sometimes the distance gets to me so bad that I just sigh, cry, and I say I want to give up... that I can't handle it... that I'm not worth it. He calms me down... he comforts me... and he tells me I am worth it. He always knows just what to say, when to say it, and HOW to say it. The guy never gave himself enough credit when it comes to females, because he's amazing with me. Maybe it's like with me... it just took the right guy to bring out a lot of this stuff in me. I feel like he's my soulmate. I always believed in soulmates, but he didn't. He says he does now.

I think he's asleep. It's adorable.

I keep that little pink photo book he sent me for Christmas next to my bed. I look at it at least once a day. It's touching to think he did that for me. It's nice to think that he KNOWS I care so much about him... so much that I'd appreciate something like that more than anything else in that box. All the other things were nice, but that was the best thing in there. I love how much thought he put into that gift. God. I love him.

It's the little things he does that keeps me grinning. The little things he says. I love hearing him call me "Babe" or "hun" or "honey"... stuff like that. He calls me his "special lady". It's amazing how much those terms makes my heart skip a beat. I could never get tired of his voice. Ahh... listen to me babbling like an idiot. I should stop now, because I'm starting to not make sense.

Nope. He's awake. He's harassing me and wanting to know what I was typing. Oh, wow... now he wants me to read it to him. HAH! I won't oblige. ;) He can wait until tomorrow to read this.

I never thought that the man I want to marry would have been found via the internet. I'm so glad we found each other.

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i survived the mcchris n00b holocaust and all i got was this lousy girlfriend [19 Dec 2004|12:58pm]

so...i'm baron. here's the scenic route.

one day i came in to work and i had internet access. i told my boss that it was a bad idea. i told him to block all but the three sites we used for business and to get rid of the games. he didn't...so i did. i went to every terminal in our department and deleted all the games. then i set the parental locks on each terminal's browser and gave each one a different password. i told the boss i did it because we needed to be more professional. he thought it would be nice for us to listen to music and surf the web when things were slow. he disabled the locks and shortly thereafter started bitching - to me - that everyone was spending too much time on the computers. i'm a bit of a jerk, so i stopped listening to him and started spending ALL of my time on the net. that's when i first got hooked.

i think you should know something about me up-front. i don't own a PC. i own a beige G3. i call it my $300 paper-weight. that's right. the man who stole this cyber-godess' heart doesn't have a computer.

it took me a while at first, but i eventually started to find my way around on the intra-web. i went and found the website for [adult swim] and got everyone at work to go there, too. i got everyone to start playing their games just to rub it in my boss' face. something i found on the [as] site that i hadn't seen before was a forum. yes, i was a big ol' newb. in fact, i still am. kittie used to have a link to her "desk-top cam" in one of her sigs. i would get upset whenever i clicked it because i thought it was a camera that was on top of her desk. yes, i was that dumb. anyways...i registered on the [as] forum and started reading that when i got bored. it was a real lame forum but i didn't know any better. i tried to post a couple of times but never got any responses. i figured everyone could tell from my typing that i was an idiot when it came to geek stuff. so for a while i just played their games and searched around the web for guitar and car audio stuff.

one day a friend at work came in and told me that he saw a website for mcchris on one of the [as] black & white bumps.

"You mean MC PEE PANTS mcchris?"


so i went to mcchris.com and got all blown away by fett's vette and the other songs he had, my work buddy ordered eating's not cheating and a t-shirt, and i registered for his forum. now that was a cool forum. i was still timid about posting, so i just lurked for something like three months. then some shit happened which is not even worth chronicling. people started getting pissy & bitchy and everyone knew that mc himself was likely to shut down the boards. there was this one fifteen year old kid (who had a picture of himself dressed as yoshimitsu as his avatar) who started his own board. he invited everyone to go there if the shit hit the fan. i checked it out but didn't join. a few days later the chrisboards went down and i had nowhere to go. boo-hoo for me. if i hadn't been such a moron i would have book-marked that one dude's site. turns out that's where all the refugees went. i showed up about a month late and in my first post put up a link to my care-bear remix. nobody gave a fuck. boo-hoo for me. so i just read all the shit that the old-timers had been writing and searched through the new chrisfans site. there was some type of RPG. me no care about RPG's. me no care because me not have attention-span for games like that.

but they did have something way cooler than an RPG that i hadn't seen on any other forums. 100 MOTHER FUCKING FLASH GAMES, BITCH!!! sorry. i still get excited about that. i used the flash games to get people's attention. i would steal their trophies and then edit the "stolen trophy" private message to tell them that that's what got for not telling me what they thought of my remix. yup, i'm a dick like that. i would steal trophies and talk shit because i didn't feel like i had anything to add to the conversations people were having on the boards. i've never fit in with people in real life and i couldn't even fit in with the geeks & nerds because i wasn't geeky or nerdy enough. boo-hoo for me. moving on...i noticed that the new chrisfans site had a funny URL. japanesesomethingsomethingdotsomething. i was bored one day so i checked out japanesetrading.net. that shit looked pro. i thought it was some type of mutli-national corporation with holdings on several continents or some crap like that. i didn't bother reading what the company was about because i saw that they had a forum, too. by this time i had started searching all over for forums to read while at work. i registered for theirs for only one reason. THEY HAD FLASH GAMES, TOO, MOTHER FUCKER!!! i didn't read any posts. i just stole trophies. i would go back and forth between the two sites playing games.

but one day when i tried to log on to log on to japanesetrading i got a message that said i had been banned. what was that all about? i hadn't ever posted. why was i banned? i was just playing their games. i might be a dick sometimes, but usually only to people who have pissed me off. i thought that i might have been banned for just lurking and stealing trophies. i didn't know how to tell anyone that because i couldn't log in. remember, i'm a n00btard. i didn't even think to e-mail anyone. instead i decided to go to chrisfans and tell that kid who started the boards what happened.

as it turns out, that fifteen year old boy was actually kittie. i sent her a private message explaining that i didn't mean any harm to those other folk and that if they asked about me she could tell them. she shot back a message that said (in so many words) "Fuck that shit. That was a fuck-up. You weren't supposed to be banned. I pay for both of these sites and I don't care what you do over there. You can steal all the fucking trophies you want and if they don't like it they suck my imaginary dick." i was smitten. this chick OWNS both of these sites, MADE both of these sites, MAINTAINS both of these sites and has a wicked sense of humor, too. her message piqued my interest, so i tried to find out as much about her as possible. i went through her old posts and found her livejournal. it was actually the livejournal that got me really excited about her. she's got this one post that tells you a little about her and how she thinks that the twilight zone movie sucks. that was cute. but, she also had a livejournal trading card thingy (c'mon. i'm still a newby) in her user profile that got me smiling all big. i liiiiiiiiiiiiiked her. and what made everything WORSE is that she mentioned one of my favorite rappers by name in her interests. not just any rapper, mind you. the baddest underground pimp rapper that ever came out of pomona.

oooooooh, i was in love from the start.

and she got it wrong. i said she was a catch and a half in the second private message i sent. i was all blown away by her. but, at the same time, i was sad because i knew i had just met this amazing girl that i would never get to meet.

i started that second private message with a joke. a very cheesy joke. i used that joke as an excuse to tell her how great she was. i found a way to tell her how much i liked her without coming right out and saying, "Gosh, you sure are a pretty one, ain't ya?". and the worst part was that she sent me another private message afterwards saying that it was the best come on she had ever heard in her life. IT'S HER FAULT. IF SHE HADN'T BEEN IMPRESSED WITH ME THEN NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. i'm a glutton for pain, so i kept on talking with her. i kept thinking it would be just like all the other crushes i've had. i thought that i would get incredibly wrapped up in her and she would think of me as a good friend.

and about her livejournal - it was too much for me to handle. we had the exact same ideas about everything. she told me to add her to my friends list so that her friends and friends-of lists would be even. i purposely chose not to so that she would delete me. i didn't want to read her LJ anymore. i was afraid that if she knew i was reading her LJ she wouldn't believe the things i would type to her. i was afraid that she would think i was just making stuff up to try and impress her. our view-points were so similar that it was scary - and i wanted her to see that. i wanted her to see that without the LJ getting in the way.

i would keep coming up with excuses to send her messages and she would keep typing words back to me. i set up my profiles to send me an e-mail whenever i got a private message from any of the boards that we both frequented. i started reading back through all her old posts...i'm talking ALL her old posts. i definitely got wrapped up in her. i would try not to think about how great it would be to have her. i was madly in love with her, but never let on. i didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. even if i wasn't the one she wanted i still wanted to talk to her.

after a while, though, i could tell that she wanted to talk to me as much as i wanted to talk to her. i gave her my e-mail address and downloaded AIM so that we could talk in private. we never used AIM (i've never used it EVER) but we did e-mail a few times while we were private messaging. at one point i was worried that i would lose some of her private messages. i had amassed so many that they were about to be purged from my account on her chrisfans board. so, i ended one of my private messages with a p.s.

"p.s. give me more memory in my save box and don't ask me why"

she typed back saying that i had the extra space i needed and added a p.s. of her own. it said "p.s. don't feel bad" and underneath was a screenshot of her save box. it looked exactly like my sent box. i was floored. to think that this girl had gone and saved all the messages i had sent to her made my heart swell.

not too long after that we started talking on the phone. i was so nervous about our first phone call that afterwards i threw up. it's kind of embarrasing...but it's true. it's also kind of weird. why would i throw up AFTER we had a fantastic three hour conversation? i think it was because after that conversation i knew that we were perfect for eachother. i knew that i had to have her. i knew that i would.

did anyone make it all the way to the end? i bet you wish you hadn't sat and read all that, huh? well, i'm sure i left out a whole lot but i'll get to it eventually.

but, hey! you want to hear something disgustingly cute? last night neither of us wanted to hang up so we decided to just fall asleep together while on the phone and let our cell-phone batteries die. emphasis on disgusting.
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First post! [10 Dec 2004|08:02pm]

My name is Kittie. I am... uh. Hi. Heh I'm not quite sure what all to write here, so I'm just going to babble and get it over with so that there's something here. Perhaps that will make Baron want to post.

So, I met Baron on the mcforum. He PM'ed me about another site I run, because he was banned by another admin in my forum. I remember we exchanged a few PM's, and then he PM'ed me and said something to the extent of: "Haha Real funny... a girl as perfect as you can't exist" after he'd read my LJ profile. He said, and I quote: "i bet you get hit on all the time in much more clever ways, so just take this advice from one asocial to another. get out there because you're a catch and a half. there are other people out there who know how to treat us tenderhearts, and finding one on the web ain't no good since they all live thousands of milles away (i'm in sunny fullerton, ca. where the hell are you?)."

That message he sent me got to me, because he was saying all these things I wanted to hear, and he was understanding me... for once there was a guy who sat down and read what I said... and actually put thought into it. Usually I just got the blow off and treated like every other person. I dunno how to put it into words, actually.

But, as time went on, and we exchanged message after message, I finally took the plunge and said, "Do you want my number? ... Nah, you probably don't. That's OK". He sent me back an email that had his phone number and said "Check-mate". He also said that he didn't want to talk to me on the phone, because he knew it'd be too perfect. He was fuckin' right. Now we can't get OFF the phone.

He plans on visiting me on February 18th and staying until February 28th. He wants to check out my town, the job market, the land, the houses, the prices, the stores, and everything about it, because he's thinking about moving here to be with ME. Yes, that's right... to be with me.

He is, quite frankly, the most amazing person I've ever met in my whole life, and he's made me feel complete... even over the internet.

OK... that's all I have to say about that. :P I didn't quite know exactly what all to say, so that's just a little background information.
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