Holy Shit.

It’s the only phrase I’ve been repeating for the last thirty minutes and unfortunately it’s too much of a god awful hour for anyone to be awake for me to talk to. I just got off the phone with Navy Boy. He was acting like he was acting the first time he told me he loved me. And then he told me he had a question for me, of course I had to ruin it with a joke, but then he was like, “You really don’t know what I’m trying to ask you?” I told him no. I figured he just wanted to make it official again, but I really didn’t want that since we are so far away. After going back and forth for a while I told him what I thought it was and he said, “No, what I’m thinking is a little more official and lasts a little longer.” HOLY SHIT. He eventually had to go to bed since he is in the military and wakes up in just a few hours. After I got off the phone I texted him and said to ask me in person. He texted me back with this, “I will marry you someday. I love you. If I ever grow the balls to, I will.” Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.


Secret Single Behavior

There are a lot of people out there who would kill to have a significant other. Just look at the personals section on Craigslist. I would be ok with having a boyfriend but then I would have to give up my “Secret Single Behavior”. I made a little list of things I couldn’t do if I had a boyfriend. What are some of yours?

  • Go a while without shaving. It’s such a pain in the ass.
  • Have the whole bed to myself.
  • I would probably have to give up the insomnia just because I assume my significant other would like more than a couple hours of sleep.
  • Have “alone time” with myself.
  • Wear sweat pants all the time.
  • Have all the covers. And all the pillows. (All 6 of them)
  • Decorate in pink.
  • Continue my abnormal obsession with Ikea.
  • Watch trashy reality TV. Gotta love the Housewives and Jersey Shore.

If I think of anymore I’ll add them, feel free to spill the beans!

Can’t sleep so I decided to do this….

I feel so much like Carrie Bradshaw sometimes that I figured it was my time to write a blog similar. Unfortunately I don’t live her fabulous life with her fabulous shoes. In fact I am stuck in BFE North Carolina living on next to nothing. I still have pretty shoes though. I just moved to a new place near Charlotte and this will try and be an interesting chronicle in starting over in a new place. If it’s not get the fuck over it, it’s my blog. Since it’s already 2:47am I will be cutting this one short and continuing tomorrow. I’ve already got some ideas for posts so be on the look out imaginary people that aren’t reading my blog.