Waiting for food
I think I’m going to starve before I get it. R forgot what I wanted from Panda Express so he came home to ask me. His Blackberry is broken and he hasn’t gotten around to replacing it yet. I know. Cut off my ARM next time why don’t you, jeez!
So yeah, Panda is right around the corner and yeah, I probably would have been upset if he brought back the wrong thing. But. I’M FREAKING HUNGRY!
How was everyone’s weekend? Ours… kinda sucked. If you don’t follow me on Twitter or Flickr than you haven’t heard R’s car got broken into. Yes. Again. Don’t ever buy a Maxima, that’s the best car advice I can give you. That, and don’t drive too long on a flat tire (I already knew that one before last week - THANK GOD).
Anyway. I get it that having your car broken into has probably happened to almost everyone. I get that people want to write off those assholes that did all the damage as one big easily forgotten about entity named “Crime”. A hassle that we just have to put up with as part of, like, living or something.
But this shit sucks, yo. I won’t wax on and on about it but it makes me sick, okay? Seeing that defeated look in R’s eyes, I never want to see it ever again. Ever! I think you know you’re really in love when you think: I’d rather it have been me.
I really would have! Not only is my car way cheaper to fix but R’s so nice. I’m a bitch! I probably deserve some shitty karma flung my way now and again! But not R.
I know he’s my boyfriend and everything and I’m supposed to love him and think he’s the bee’s knees… and yeah, okay… I might say that he bugs the shit about me every once in a while. Trust me when I tell you there’s not many people that have a purer heart than R. Everyone that meets him, loves him. Oh, internet, I wish you could all meet R!
Anyway, back to those thieving ass sons of bitches and their sticky fucking fingers. I hope those rotten bastards rot in hell. There, I said it. Forgiveness gets the finger. The middle.
This is probably where I should add I’m way more upset those dick munches did over $4000 damage to R’s car than he is. You heard me! I mean, “read” me… whatever! Don’t start with me, missy!
Before all that bullshit *swirly finger* happened, it was actually a decent weekend. I mean, nothing to write home about (like anyone does that anymore, unless it’s email), but a nice, normal time. Lots of cooking, handholding, cooing in eachother’s ears (two truths and a lie!), normal couple stuff.
Sunday, right before we found out about the car, R and I were actually looking at pictures online of wedding decor. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? You could have knocked me over with a feather.
I mean it wasn’t like R pulled up an extra chair to the desk, sat next to me with his chin in his hands while excitedly saying, “Oooh look at that cake! Now that’s a nice cake! What color do you want the bridesmaids dresses to be? Huh? What about yellow?”
But I did show him a bunch of beach themed stuff and he said what he likes and dislikes. He’s also completely enthralled with the idea of a groom’s cake. He had much critique of the Navy inspired offerings I was able to find. Guess what R’s groom’s cake is gonna be! You get 3 guesses and the first 2 don’t count!
Shit. I can’t turn this place into a wedding blog without a ring. Can’t do it! Not gonna do it! Although, you know the idea of R looking at wedding stuff and sharing an opinion?! You could have just as well told me he was born a woman and I couldn’t be more surprised.
Food’s here, homies. And Work Out is on. Could this night be anymore perfect? Yeah, probably.