But don’t make me admit it out loud.
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“I would always rather be happy than dignified.” —Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre.
Gah, I’ll just leave this here and have a LOT of feelings about it.
Puerto Rico is really in worse shape than Texas ever could have been. People are likely going to be without power and service for months.
I haven’t seen nearly as many good suggested charities, but here’s a link to the one the Puerto Rican government endorsed.
Spoken like a true viking wife
Me: Your beard is getting long. Gonna trim it soon?
Pup: Nah. I wanna grow it longer. Maybe braid it.
Me: Why are you doing this to me?
Pup: This has nothing to do with you.
Me: How long is this going to last?
Pup: I don’t know. At least a year.
Me: Well I’m not marrying you with a fucking braided beard.
Pup: You don’t want to marry me if I look like a viking?
Me: No, not at all.
Pup: That’s the spirit.
Me: You’re terrible.
“You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes.”
Oh man but where even is the lie?
In the poor guy’s defense, he picked me up from a hotel, watched me kiss a certain somebody goodbye, and proceeded to have this conversation with me:
Him: Hey there. You’re headed to [address?]
Me: Yep, that’s right.
Him: Fun plans for tonight?
Me: Ah, yeah, I’m meeting my boyfriend for dinner at [restaurant.]
Him: Oh. Um. Ah. Oh. Well…erm…have a nice time.
Did something naughty yesterday with a certain somebody, and I feel all glittery and sore today.
That thing where you’ve been working out and you ride that dick with newfound endurance and suddenly it’s all worthwhile.