It's getting easier.  Things.  We argue less and we talk frequently.  He likes to run his fingers through my hair and I like to kiss his button nose.  We're close.  We're finding our place(s) in the world.  I'm thinking about my future and he's working on his ( Read more... )

Las Vegas was a party.  Five nights of partying until 6 in the morning, coming home, crashing, sleeping for twelve hours and getting up to do it all over again.  I can't remember the last time my lifestyle was so eighteen.  It was memorable, to be sure.  Especially the parts of the week when I wasn't intoxcated.  Which was seldom.

Things with my ( Read more... )