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Stop it, you two

also, stop stealing the covers, gawd

As we were falling asleep the other night:

me: Boyfriend…

him: Hmm?

me: I think I’ve run out of new words to tell you I love you.

him: That’s ok girlfriend.  You can use old ones.  I know how much you love me.

me: Oh.  Ok good.

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There will always be a spider

looks legit

I am not a fan of bugs.  I think they’re amazing in a cold, scientific way, but if they could all die without adverse effects on the planet and its flora and fauna, I would be happy.  Once, when Boyfriend and I first started dating, I saw a spider on the ceiling of his bedroom and squeaked, “Onoes boyfwend a buggie-bug!”  Bear in mind I’ve sparred with men more than twice my weight with two feet of height on me.  Boyfriend was delighted to see a clearly very vulnerable killing machine of a girlfriend, and came to my rescue armed with a tissue.  Thank you, Boyfriend.

Here are two emails I sent him on May 29th at 1130pm when he was out of town for a couple of weeks:

BOYFRIEND THERE’S A SPIDER!  It’s on the table, and it’s coming over here gaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
I blew on it.  It went away.  I think it’s on the floor.
Crap I can’t find it.  BOYFRIEND THERE’S A SPIDER.

15 minutes later:

Calico found it, she’s attacking it.  She stopped.  She keeps smelling it and watching it walk away.  JUST EAT IT GAH it’s under my chair!  WHY ISN’T IT DEAD YET.
Wait, did she just eat it?  Haha yeah, she ate it.  Good kitty.

I have recently come to a horrifying realization: There will always be a spider.  So I either have to always have to have a spider-killer around (Teacher Roommate fills that role when Boyfriend isn’t around), or I’ll have to get brave enough to face my fear of crawling things.

Boyfriend it is.

Side note: DO NOT Google “huge spider” if you want to sleep this week.

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He loves me

Last Sunday night as I arrived at Boyfriend’s house to spend the night, he was dancing in the doorway at me.  “What a clown, so cute,” I thought with a smile.  I went inside.  “I’m so happy to see you,” he said.
“Me too.” [hug]
As he closed the garage door behind me, he said, “I love you.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, a little surprised.  His random declarations of love don’t happen very often, but he’s been doing it more and more.  It makes me really happy.
“Yeah, everything’s better with you, my whole life is better.  I love you so much.”
“Wow, really?”
“Yeah.  I miss you when you’re not around.”
“Me too.  I wish you could be with me all the time.”
“Me too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”

So we’re doing ok, I guess.

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Boyfwend is leaving :(

He’s going back east on his annual visit back home for the winter break.  He’s leaving this afternoon, and I can’t take him to the airport because of work.

Also, Kim Jong Il died.  Good riddance.  Here’s hoping his fat son gets ousted in a coup lead by the starving masses his father managed to keep under his fat thumb.

Anyway, while people are all bummed out in NORTH Korea, SOUTH Korea is having some kind of on-going Tae Kwon Do dance party (I’m sure my invitation is in the mail).

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