I'm always sad on Mondays. I feel incomplete. I feel lonely. My bed feels like some foreign place that I just can't get comfortable in. Things are about to change, soon we will be on our feet. Soon we'll be able to have our own home.
This weekend was bliss. I love my friends and my boyfriend.
We even have fun getting ready
and I make him so happy...see!
On Saturday night we all went out for Stacy's birthday. It had been a long time since I saw New York City, and it was just as good as I remembered. Mostly due to Gin-erade.
Here is my boyfriend kissing another boy, and my wife jumping on the bandwagon.
This would have been super cute if it wasn't for horrible lighting.
We drank Sangria and I gawked at some rugby player who was making out with his girlfriend. I couldn't help it, he was really ramming his tongue down her throat, it was gross. But when me and Joey do that, it's fine, because we are hot.
The next morning Jess and Garrett took forever to get their asses off the fucking futon.
And here are some pictures of me and Jess fooling around.
MY hair looks hot.
Then we got bored and died.
And then naturally, we got hungry....
All in all...I'd say it was a nice weekend.
I miss you