I can't handle war torn love stories. At all.

Mike asked me to marry him last night. I said something like, "So much!"... So save the date - May 31st next year.

Someday I'll catch my breath.

She loves him.

I'm not sure if it was our conversation last night or the weather today, but between the two, I'm feeling aired out and better about things ( Read more... )

Roads sucked in Olean so your truck and I danced with I86E and pirouetted off the road. Even when everything turns out alright and neither truck nor body are harmed, it's hard to stop crying. That'll teach me to leave your house, I guess. It's probably best that you went in. If you were here, you'd have a me shaped red spot from the clutchy... ( Read more... )

I don't think busy is a valid excuse. Occupied, maybe. Apologies, in any case ( Read more... )

Football's so weird.

Ade texted me to tell me that her husband died this morning. I was her maid of honor when they were married in May.

I'll never leave you now.

You called me twenty
seconds before you fell asleep
just to mumble

something sweet that I
didn't necessarily
understand but

didn't ask you to
clarify. I hung
up the phone smiling.