Now, I know that over the last couple of posts I have been a bit of a, uhh, complaineypants, if you will. And far be it for me to bitch about my own bitchin', but there you go. Some things can't be helped. I would, however, like to take this moment and say thank you for my wonderful apartment, my wonderful cats, my wonderful couch and lastly, my very uber wonderful boyfriend. The same boyfriend who is able to calm me down at 11:30 on a Sunday night, post traumatic weekend and pre traumatic, deadline filled week. This same boyfriend who has been spectacularly let down on his own birthday, who is wondering where he is going and what he is doing. The same boyfriend who drives me all over town and has never once complained about the panic attacks, the whining, the mother/ father drama, or the blanket stealing.
Oh, Paul. If only you knew the diabolical pregnancy scams I am willing to pull on you to keep you in my life for, like, ever.
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