Booo, Vic has a girlfriend. I can't believe it! Okay, hah, yes I can, what woman would be foolish enough to pass him up? Yeah, exactly. I really need to find a USB cord to upload my very few pics that I took (seriously, there's only FOUR). But in my defense, it wasn't my camera, so I felt really weird about using it, heh. But in my pic with Vic (yaaaay, rhyme), we are all snuggly, and I look very very smug (as is my way when I get to cuddle with a hot guy, wiiin!). So, yes, it is my fav pic with a guest, whee. Man, every time I look at the vid of him dedicating that song to
racheylish, I still get teary-eyed, it's such a beautiful song. And he looked really choked up about it too, omg, I adore him. Fucking girlfriend problem *toes ground sadly* there goes my plan of making the elevator break down with just us in it and suggesting a game of strip poker (sans the poker) to pass the time.
YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE SUCKS? CHORES! I'm doing laundry, and then I have to clean my bathroom, then I have to vaccum, and booo. I hate vaccuming, I really, really do, I can take the laundry, and the cleaning of my bathroom, but sigh, vaccuming takes a lot of wooork. I don't like pushing heavy things around, or bending down and unplugging cords, and meh.
Chores suck, domestic goddess, I am not. So fucking boring.