I got in an argument with Jake tonight.
It was about him reading my blog.
I did NOT want him anywhere near here which is silly because he
is the last person I should be embarrassed around.
But he realllllllly wanted to read it and I realllllllly did not want him to.
Turns out I'm pretty abusive when I don't get my way.
I poked him vigorously, almost strangled him (gentle chokes), squeezed his face, etc.
And now that he has left I feel really bad that I was so mean.
But to be fair he said he wouldn't kiss me until I let him read it.
I was planning on that being like...never.
Kisses never?!
That is a bacrillion times worse than not reading a stupid blog
I was completely justified, right?
Still feel like the devil though.
So what do I do?
Go and Facebook him my blog link!
No going back now.
He has this strange ability to make me feel bad for being mean.
Is that what love does?
Well, shout out to my boyfriend
who will probably read this at some point.
Well, shout out to my boyfriend
who will probably read this at some point.
You really suck.
And I love you.
There is a cat for all of my emotions.
Cats get me.
There is a cat for all of my emotions.
Cats get me.
