what the hell do you wear to a rehearsal dinner?
seriously?
and why am i going in the first place?!

boyfriend is pulling typical saturday nonsense. 
where he's jerky all morning and then tries to be sweet and make up for it all afternoon.
god, he's moody.
seriously. i have never met a boy this moody in the morning. and he's only like this on saturdays. jerky mcjerkface.

so, yesterday started out with wickedly cute happy valentine's day text messages (cause we just aren't a phone call-making kinda couple). and then continued with roses delivered to work (we work together, by the way, but he had them delivered anyway). and then continued with reservations at shadows (good job...). and then continued with movie ( Read more... )

go watch this ( Read more... )

so, i got my car back friday. 
bumper looks shiny and better than new!
and then i hit a deer on wednesday.
how the hell does this crap keep happening to me?!
and since when are there deer running in front of your car in the middle of route 9 in POUGHKEEPSIE?!
this thing ran across six lanes of traffic just to hit my car.
and i call greg in the rain and ( Read more... )

stupid boy.
i'm gonna be mad at him.
for at least thirty seconds.
for no particular reason other than my insane need to balance out crazy affection with some kind of anger. i can't handle it. somewhere i have a subconscious desire to believe there is something wrong. anything. and i'm desperately searching for whatever it is that could possibly be ( Read more... )

gregory jerkface came home last night ( Read more... )

and it's mutual.

i should not be smiling this much at work.

this is perfection.
it really is.

the fact that i can see the rest of my life with boy thrills and scares the crap out of me. it's a scary, kind of amazing thing. and really, it's the most overwhelming feeling i've ever had.

so, let me tell you about this ridiculous week i've had ( Read more... )

i swear, that boy is my sanity.
because on days like this the only thing that keeps me from crying is knowing it's only three more hours til he's telling me everything's gonna be okay.

three hours.
three hours.
i may kill somebody within that time frame. 
really.