WARNING: MAY INDUCE VOMITTING
Being the ever-observant (seriously though, the guy notices everything I wear to the point that I actually dread his clothing critiques, to no avail however because he never ever lets on his final judgement...he thinks he's hilarious.) SBM commented that I had not updated this blog in awhile. It's true. I've been busy with.. things. When I asked the SBM what I should blog about he replied jokingly (I think) “How awesome your boyfriend is.” Funny he should mention that, for I had already been debating that very topic. Pro: Pretty much extremely true. Con: Um. Melting into puddles and causing people to zomit with squee and awws.
I didn't give up my seat on the bus for an old lady. I'm by no means someone you would pick out in a crowd. My taste in music is questionable. I secretly fast-forwarded through the old people parts in The Notebook. I'm not a particularly outstanding citizen. So how in the hell did I get so lucky?!
I mean it's not like there are not plenty of other options for him. However, after much thought, I've concluded that it must be my pretty hair. Sensible, I know.
Oh dear, this will not be good for his ego. Please tell him that he is overweight tomorrow.
[Don't worry, next post will be filled with shoe porn and fetish footwear!]