- A sexy pair of cage heels.
- An insulating coffee cup! I want to curb my tree-killing please.
- A waffle iron for next year in our gorgeous apartment
I’m attempting to smuggle our Belgian waffle iron out of the house, but a part of me fears it won’t go unnoticed by my sister (wtf…it’s not like we make Belgian waffles that often anyways. She and my parents are more pancake-people anyways) - Colored tights. Lots and lots of colored tights.
- A black, long-sleeved version of the navy, 3/4-sleeved American Apparel dress that I have. I love it! Except I need to shed a couple of pounds for it
- Peacock earrings…drool.
As the days pass by, I get more and more excited for living in the Drake next year. I think it’s primarily because of the space thing–we can put our cups and plates and cutlery into cabinets and drawers instead of piling up dirty dishes on top of the microwave. And we can cook on a STOVETOP or OVEN, and not have to microwave everything (I ate a Jose Ole chimichanga today–gross). And we get a living room! And larger bedrooms! Ahh, happiness.
I never really got to debrief on SM’s visit for the past three weeks. Mostly because I found out on the day he was leaving that I had a 10 page paper due the next day, fantastic!
The 3 weeks with SM revealed a lot of things.
- I fucking hate doing the deed every day. EVERY FUCKING DAY. I HATE IT!!!! And if I protest, or tell him I’m genuinely tired, or have work to do, or want to relax and watch tv, he groans and becomes all sulky and claims that I’m ‘making excuses’. And then he goes outside and smokes. Which leads me to…
- I HATE that he partially blames me for his smoking. Like if we don’t do the deed, then he will grab a Marlboro and give me this look like ‘This is all your fault’ and leave. Fucking A. STOP BLAMING ME FOR YOUR SMOKING. WE ALL HAVE PROBLEMS, OKAY. AND IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU CHOSE TO DO IT BY SHOVING NICOTINE DOWN YOUR LUNGS!!!
- He’s very cheap. Actually, I already knew this. Sigh. I should be considerate–he does spend hella money to fly over and see me. But I can’t fucking drain all my swipes for him. If I hadn’t bought a meal block last week, I would have ZERO meals. And I’d be wasting a ton more money on Starbucks, Subway, and Teahouse. Yuck.
- I hate that I always have to entertain him. If I’m studying for a couple of hours, I have to stop and entertain him. SO FUCKING ANNOYING.
- I hate that I get alienated from my friends when he comes over.
- And on the deed issue, I’ve WARNED him about next year. But I’m quite unsure about what will happen.
To be completely honest, whenever he comes it just uproots my life. I love him being here, but it’s really tough to not see your bf for weeks and then have him IN YOUR FACE EVERY MINUTE OF THE DAY. It’s just not healthy.
Sigh. But as much as I hate the little annoyances of spending obscene amounts of time with him, I hate even more being without him.
