Check your baggage.
So, the fourteenth marked the end of my first year with Robert. Kinda funny how that one sneaked up on us, huh? Funny how the things it took Nate-the-Douche a 'whole' three months to talk me into never even came up within the year, which makes me think maybe I've got a guy here who doesn't want to use me. In fact I'm pretty sure of it, so scratch the maybe. I'm not going to go all mushy and retarded, but I just think it's amazing that we get on this well without all the sticky stuff that tends to get in the way of normal and respectable thought processes. We just are on the same wavelength or something.
Y'know what? I think I'm happy.
Y'know what? I think I'm happy.