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Goddamn it, WHY.

Why am I regretting this already? He treats me like a princess. He's told me the truth, to the point of pain for him. He cooks for me and offers to clean. He loves me. He loves my dog. He wants my family to love him. All…
#whitegirlproblems

/ I'm such a bitch problems. Here I am, complaining day in and day out that I am loved. OMG, I say, it sucks! It blows! It's terrible! ForEVER! Meanwhile there's @ifoundyarnia and her daily struggle just to live, and the…
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well- well, he's a fool.

Quickly, (because I haven't been sitting still long enough to blog lately) Thursday: Serving at the soup kitchen. I picked him up, dropped Roo off, and we went. A janitor let us in, and everyone seemed very nice. They we…
What are you afraid of?

We rented Insidious last night. It was a crappy movie, but I can't get the ending out of my head. I've got all the lights on. I'm such a wimp. While I was making out with Mike yesterday, I very nearly said, "Derek..." Wh…
The L word and FUCKING ROBOTS.

Oh heavens, so much has happened. So Saturday. We'll start there. Saturday, Mike came home from Florida and called me to ask me if I would pick him up from the bus station, which I did. He gave me a tight hug, I gave him…
Always.

[source] I used to say that to Derek all the time. It was how I signed every note, every letter. Always. I can't do this. If Mike didn't know everything, I'd call everything off, because it's unfair. In insane degrees.…
Maybe we're all puppies.

[source. Check his blog out, that one's pretty epic.] Today, Mike called me and left a voicemail that I found when I went to the car on my lunch hour. I called him back, and he told me he was getting ready to mow the la…
Sometimes, I'm really strange.

Have you guys heard of Rage Comics? They're wonderful. Here's a place people make them. I love them, even though I suck at making them myself, as you can see: Some Facts about Me *with Rage Comics* I make brownie batter,…
Confidante.

So, uh. The boy called me last night. So there's that. And he...confided in me. A lot. To the point, perhaps, of over-sharing, considering he doesn't really know me that well (or does he?) and in any case has only known…
COME AT ME, BRO.

Waiting on a phone call is horrible. Waiting on a phone call from someone you like is worse. I feel like I'm going to be all, COME AT ME, BRO when/if he ever actually does get back to me. But at this point... I'm kinda…
An accurate representation of my life.

I feel like, historically, I have done this very thing many more times than I'll ever admit to. (Found on my Tumblr, hat tip to demianite.) PS: I think I'm going through a GIF phase. PPS: I think it's because of Tumblr.…
Friday Night/ Saturday Morning Xanga Stalkerage

Dear person in Florida using Bing: Because, you see, you come to my blog like Derek used to, by searching my Xanga name. But you're in Florida, like the new boy is. And you're using Bing, which I should hope neither of…
From a car, parked.

I've just gotten in my car and driven to work. On the radio was Lonestar's one hit. I can't do this.
Feel like makin' love

I'm tired of all this romantical drama bullshit already. Now for something different. Today, as I was driving home in a monsoon, the lightning cracking literally right off the road from where I was (and did I mention it…
Cards on the Table. (with gifs)

Maybe it is some streak of masochism in me, but... I really like Mike. Just as all this shit goes down. I really like him. Like, it's getting to be kinda a serious thing right now. Now, for the shit that went down. Mi…
Enough.

I was going to post the pros and cons list tonight for Mike, a tradition I've held for every prospective boyfriend I've had. Then, because of something he told me tonight, I added to the cons side of the list: "burgeonin…
Why do I do this to myself, again?

I wish I could be heart-of-steel-girl, you know? One of those hard bitches who simply refuse to love anybody, and they don't. Just like that. Instead, here I am thinking about freakin' Mike. Freakin' Mike. When we spent…
he held my hand.

This afternoon, I went to pick Mike up, and we went to lunch and then to my house. He loves Taco Bell, and apparently used to work at this one right by his house, so we went there. I told him I wanted no food, so he orde…
last night/ this morning

Last night, Mike asked me if I wanted to hang out. He had a movie, and we were to go watch it at my place. I picked him up, and he sang Christian songs to me on the way there. We put the movie in, and I sat down on the o…