Oh hey I got a thing
This is the photo I had to send to my job with my application (I’m a spokesmodel of sorts)
I keep teetering between thinking I look cute as fuck and wide as fuck. Hmm.
I’ve already written my wedding vows. They are hilarious. I don’t understand why I feel like this. Seriously I have never liked someone in this way so I can only assume its love. Is love when you just want to sit on the couch in his arms for about 46 hours just talking and making out? His voice is radio quality beautiful. He’s nowhere close to my type physically, and making out with him makes me instantly wetter than the finest dude I’ve ever boned. Being back with him just makes me feel like I’ve wasted the last five months dating the most boring useless dudes that probably weren’t even that bad but god they weren’t him and i just couldn’t even be bothered to pretend that I was interested in their conversation. I really could legitimately see being with him in the future and like making him dinner and traveling and just being tight. I just melt into a puddle looking at him when I’m laying in his lap listening to him talk. He treated me so badly when we broke up and common sense dictates that I should not feel so strongly about him again but fuck if I can stop this. I’ve tried.
The only explanation for this behavior is that I’m dying. I have a brain tumor that is on its final stages because this makes no sense.
I don’t know why my face in my selfies is always so serious, I snapped this real quick in the work bathroom. Clothes on the back of the door lol
Finally started building my loft bed. My apartment is so bizarre in construction, it took us about an hour to find the studs. No matter, because now those wall boards are secure as fuck. We all did pull-ups on them and they didn’t budge. Even the bottom edge that isn’t even all the way permanently secured yet. I am so beyond excited that this is happening and I praise kitties every day for Dylan existing. Gonna have to figure out some ladder situation soon lol
THIS IS SO EXCITING