My two favourite postions are sitting and laying horizontally on the floor, playing with my cats.
Because I am becoming possibly the most lazy person I know, but I don't need to go on welfare because 'I get money, yo. I get money!".
I keep blaming the fact that I'm constantly sick on my lack of production, which I believe is my scape-goat, but a damn good one at that.

I have even gotten into the habit of demanding my mother getting me a drink, when she has thirty-eight other things to be doing before she wanders off to work.
"Mommy! .... MOMMY!!!! I need orange juice!!!", and I inform her that I will indeed vomit if I get up.
Sometimes that is the case, but there are times that I am crying wolf, my friends.
I find it bizarre that she allows me to get away with this behaviour, but I am her baby and not dabbling in drugs and alcohol is quite remarkable in itself.
I'll grow up someday, mother dear. Pinky swear.. But this is what you get for forcing me to live a sheltered existence.
And for stealing my new high heels last week, I did realize they weren't in my closet!

On the boy front -- things are progressing, and I don't understand why a title is so important at this point, and every time he tries to explain himself I cut him off and say "It IS my decision. I'm not ready for that yet."
Cue look of disappointment and him trying to read my mind by staring into my eyes in an intense fashion AND me feeling like an asshole.

I've pondered and asked him many times "How do you put up with me?" in recent days, because I am a handful, which I admit.
Each time he says "It's SOOO hard!". The sarcasm makes me not so agitated, but he will not admit that I'm a pain in the ass, and I also know that is very much true.
Yesterday we discussed what we've wanted in a significant other and qualities they have to have for things to work, and I said "I think I need to marry someone with the patience of a saint and the best sense of humor possible, or....it's just doomed..".
He laughed, and said "Anything else?"  and I grinned and said "No broken egos either! I don't need to be responsible for their shit."
That was an indirect tear at him, because his father has mentally screwed him up into thinking he won't do anything great with his life. Meanwhile, he's going to one of the most respectable universities in Ontario.
Point being, I had to quickly apologize and tell him that he's wonderful and things reverted back to being comfortable and happy with eachother.
When I asked what he looks for, he put a hand on my cheek and said "Looking at it."
Precious! Precious! Precious!
... I think I might actually need to consider him. Why do I have to be in love with my ex, WHY?