posted on: June 17th, 2009
Steve will hate me for this post, but… whatever. I’m writing it without his permission because that’s the kind of girl I am.
So, as of today, Steve & I have been [insert whichever verb you feel is appropriate] to each other for a year, which in my world, is a record of sorts. I’ve always said that I’m built for speed, not distance. Some days I love that crazy asshat so hard that I want to cut him into little pieces. I would eat a few and carry a few around in my purse. The rest I would scatter around my home and office so that I could pick them up and fondle them lovingly. Is that weird?
**blink**
(Wait- will this post get me put on some sort of watch list somewhere? Is that what popularity feels like?)
