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Home sweet home at last. The house is a mess, naturally, and I love it. I've missed everything about this place, the dog, the fish, the refridgerator, the couch, the tv, the bed, the husband in the bed next to me. I have the picture of him sleeping in myhis pillowcase. I took his pillow along with me, couldn't resist.
I'm pretty sure that all the people I met while I was away now think I'm a cranky bitch. I got very little sleep and was even more cranky because I couldn't see and/or speak to Ryan. And the thing that makes me even more angry? They're doing it again in two weeks. TWO WEEKS. Evil bastards.
I'm going to stop wasting time getting myself all riled up and angry and sad and I'm going to go jump on Ryan. Damn it's good to be home.
*Britt
I love you.
I'm pretty sure that all the people I met while I was away now think I'm a cranky bitch. I got very little sleep and was even more cranky because I couldn't see and/or speak to Ryan. And the thing that makes me even more angry? They're doing it again in two weeks. TWO WEEKS. Evil bastards.
I'm going to stop wasting time getting myself all riled up and angry and sad and I'm going to go jump on Ryan. Damn it's good to be home.
*Britt
I love you.