i know how you like it frosty

Today was our eight month anniversary. Honestly, i thought nothing of it. I was too busy trying to keep up at work, trying to hold it together. I work at a used bookstore and don't get me wrong, i love bookstores and feel everyone should visit them, but today was like "everybody come all at once" holiday or something. Stressed, tired, hungover, annoyed.

Ryan picked me up so i wouldn't have to ride my bicyle home and that made my day. (not because i was glad to see him, that's a given, but because i am the laziest person on the planet Earth). He convinced me to eat an unhealthy dinner of pizza while i wanted a veggie sandwich. Forced, practically. It was horrible. I might be scarred for life.

Fell asleep. Woke up. Felt even more like your morning shit.

Try to concentrate on the Ipad while he explores around in my underwear for some company lovingly. I gave in like I always do. We made love and then couldn't go back to sleep. He has work in six hours and he is playing a game on his computer. Priorities.

It was a good anniversary though. We know that we are together. We know that we love that fact. We know that we are lucky. We know that we are in love. It's nice to think we have loved each other for at least eight months. at the very least.