This is the documentation of the history that follows her and the memories she struggles to recall through the drug haze.
This is the verbal vomit from the one too many shots of Jack.
This is her story.
This is my story.
He prefers me without makeup.
I’m waking up at 6:30am for the second day in row this week to go see My Irishman.
He has a doctor appointment tomorrow and is a nervous wreck. He hates doctors. I swear it’s a phobia with him. So I’m waking myself as early as possible to support him before the event.
The appointment isn’t until 2 in the fucking afternoon! But I’m going at the crack of fucking dawn for him.
God dammit I love him.
After a wonderful day with my Irishman, my mother said one wrong thing and I’m super grumpy.
I should just get over it but…fuck…
Lawyer dog. Yes.
I’ve been in Hometown for the weekend for a family event. I only got to see a couple friends, so I wasn’t nearly as busy as I usually am on these trips.
That left a lot of alone time and I’m very ready to go home to Collegetown.
I miss my Irishman very much..
I had the most wonderful week with him before I left. He stayed at my house for a night after I took him out to dinner and he patiently accompanied me to the mall. What a guy.
We drank a bottle of Jameson whiskey and barely got through half a movie before throwing each other’s clothes off and heading to my room. It felt awesome to be a little wild!
We finally fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was so wonderful to wake up with him that morning.
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Hey… I want that shirt. Like really badly.My friend bought it from the internet! I think it might have been thinkgeek, but I’m not sure…
It was Thinkgeek. It also comes in black!
I’ve been thinking about the fate of this blog for some time now.
I originally made it to vent my past experiences and personal thoughts just to get them off my chest. It became a diary of my struggles in a toxic relationship. But now, Im in a positive, loving relationship and the I find myself just bragging about it now (at least that’s how it feels).
Do I need this blog? Would any of you mind if I let it go? If you want me to keep it up, what do you want to hear about?
Yeeeeaaaahhhhhh! Pls help my boredness. Pls.
