How do I know when it’s love?

by statia on June 21, 2004

I gave my resignation letter at work. I had to date it for the 18th, so that my last day could be the 2nd. Now that I’ve given my resignation, I have about -3 motivation to do any work at all. My mind is racing of the million things that need to be done before I move. Headway on packing is being made, and things are getting crossed off the list, so I’m on target. I had planned on taking Wednesday and Thursday off, but apparently, now I can’t because I don’t have enough vacation time left now that I’m leaving mid year. I’m beyond exhausted too. I look at this face, and know that it’s all worth it. In less than two weeks, there will be no more going to bed alone, no more 8 hour phone conversations. I can’t wait. I do however, hope that we continue to have the excellent aim conversations that we have now.

[discussions of getting cable turned on at our new place, and him running into a snag]
him: I am feeling a pain
him: right around my ass area
me: well
me: I told you
him: lol
me: not to stick things up there
him: I know
me: but do you listen?
me: no
him: I can’t help myself
him: how did you get over that?
me: um
me: you know
me: when my ass started bleeding
me: it just ceased to be fun
me: at that point
him: yeah
him: I think I am there, baby
him: but, I will need your support
him: and tlc
him: to get through this
him: I know it won’t be easy
me: I won’t felch the corn out of your ass
me: so you can just forget that.
him: I thought our relationship meant something to you
him: I even thought about letting you take a dump on my chest
me: I’m so blogging this.


Sir Henry June 21, 2004 at 11:30 pm

yeah, that’s right…with out powers combined, we will be able to nauseate the entire western seaboard. Can you all see why I love this girl?

Deltus June 22, 2004 at 12:12 am

With the dedication to being together, I just don’t see how you two couldn’t make it. You move there! You be with your man! You TAKE that dump on his chest!

Love is a fuckin’ beautiful thing to behold, I tell you what.

Lisa June 22, 2004 at 12:25 am

Dork. Love you!

robyn June 22, 2004 at 1:07 am

Jr. High: 2 for flinching
Adulthood: 2 for felching

tricia June 22, 2004 at 8:48 am

If you two have kids the first word out of their mouths are going to be “Poop”.

Princess June 22, 2004 at 11:22 am

Good luck finding a hamster that’s willing.

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