He just comes home and announces that if I dont pick between bowser and claddagh then he's sending all three dogs to texas ( Read more... )

I'm glad thoughts and feelings arn't audible.

Where marines basically get to show off their wives and girlfriends. It's weird.

And I still have a lot to do. It's tomorrow.
And Katt still has to get her ass over here.

It may turn out to be fun this year... instead of creepy because of all the testosterone and slutty bitches.

this is weird to say, but I never would have thought that my life would ever take this kind of change. I expected to be a certain way. This isn't an expression of remorse but, okay I'll break it down ( Read more... )

We were eating at pickup sticks and got into really weird arguments over my beliefs. From factory farming to children, he was so frustrated with how I feel and what I'm doing with my life. I was cool but offended the entire time ( Read more... )

Andres actually bought stuff I picked out... but only the soft shirts and jeans. Now his jeans actually fit. And he's wearing shoes without leather. This is quiet a leap for him and he hasn't complained other than the occasional "Are you fucking kidding me? NO, that's hideous."

Watching him get off the plane was intense. I ran out to him but guys in uniform told me I had to stay behind this invisible line. He walked up to me and we hugged and didn't let go for about 20 minutes ( Read more... )

how stupid bitches think i want their boyfriends ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm fucking dieing. I miss being held and seeing his expressions. I miss holding him and his beautiful laugh and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles.
His crows feet are actually why I was initially interested.

It just (fucking) hurts.

Kinda rooting for the latin folk.