I am trying my hand at food blogging...Or whatever they call it these days...

Tonight my friends (and some D-Bags they know) dined at Tokyo Garden.

I was a little intimidated by the four page menu. The size didn't bother me, the terms did. Scallops, shrimp, HAIBACHI!!! What is THAT!? Ha! I'd never been to anywhere similar, so I was searching for the drink menu!

I ordered the



I totally give up on this! Is that sad? 'mouse? I expect you to put me in my place here. Maybe.

Anyways
I have a person. He's not a boyfriend. He's not a friend. He is who he is.

I can't sleep many nights... He sings me to sleep. He reads me to sleep.

I don't ask him for much. Sex here. Sometimes a beer. Occasionally money.

He provides me with more than I could ever request.

My feelings (AKA Emotions to people with more than one of these wretched things)..

I am tired of trying to wax philosophically. I don't know how I feel anymore.

I know that Marcus' indifference bothers me. I know that this man's kindness throws me for a loop...I know that...I know I will shut up now. Three days. I have wanted to talk about this for three days and now I can't. Pitiful, pathetic, sad.