Argh, love!
January 17th was mine and the boy’s five year anniversary together. Half a decade, nearly a quarter of my life. Great and scary all at the same time. It was spent with me having to stay late at work due to being the only person who could use the CCTV and the police needed a copy of a accident in the car park. By the time I got to the boy’s house he was crashed out in bed and I couldn’t wake him up! I spent the night online while he slept… oh how romantic are we?
Friday was spent with an argument about..uh, can’t remember. But my god we hurled some abuse and nastiness at each other - I even slapped him. Oops! Friday night we headed to our mates house and had an absolute blast and then came home and made up for Thursday night. And Saturday? More arguing. This time over a toy Brain Freeze / Slush Puppy machine that he had bought when he headed out to the shops. Fighting over the instructions, how much ice to use, what to put in it…after all the shouting the ice had melted anyway and it didn’t even work. Well seeing I have PMT.
Now it’s early Sunday morning and I’m sitting online, occasionally going back to playing Tony Hawks Downhill Jam on the Wii. I’ve been playing it on and off all day and I’ve nearly completed it with one character.
And all I really want is a cuddle.
