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This day last year I was stressed out about what I was going to cook and whether or not it would turn out right. I hate Valentines Day. Just another block of time conglomerates and corporations suck you into, to spend obscene amounts of money on: flowers that will rot - candy that will get you fat - and balloons that will deflate into a saggy nature of stretch marks and discoloration.
My brother and I went to the mall to buy mindless goop for his girlfriend. Well, we were in Bath and Body Works and I dicovered a botanical body lotion that was celestial and alluring - the way you think a super models pheremones leak out to excite the mass market of men. I told Afton about it and she exclaimed for me to buy it. She thinks I dont like anything she buys to smell "good". I prefer the clean version of her natural smell. Not that I've ever experience her BO or anything. Ok. Too much. Stop.
I think money is tight for my folks, for some odd reason. Its readable. You can see it in their demeanor and the way they talk to eachother about buying things and the random under-the-breath "broke" comments they make to eachother. I dont get it, though. They, each of them, has a business that does very well. The last thing they should be doing is struggling with finances. Hmm.
It will be very soon when Afton is here. I'm so looking forward to it. Two and a half months its been now. I'm also happy that I'll have someone to hang out with at Cory and Cassie's wedding. Otherwise, I'd only know 2 people there: the bride and groom. Speaking of weddings - Aaron is getting married in September. Yikes. I'm going to be in that one. Two weddings for good friends in one year. Sick. Why do I get scared when I think about marriage? I shouldn't. It should be a pleasant thought. Cory's not nervous. Aaron's not nervous. They are impatiently waiting its arrival. I guess I'd just want everything to be perfect. Not so much a ceremony, but the life afterwards. I don't believe in divorce. I'm the black sheep in a world where people embrace divorce. Its ok to get de-hitched. Marriage was a union given to man and woman by God. So, if you aren't Christian, whats the point? Just live together and call them your significant other. I'm rambling.
[he was thrown head over heels into the traffic coming on]
My brother and I went to the mall to buy mindless goop for his girlfriend. Well, we were in Bath and Body Works and I dicovered a botanical body lotion that was celestial and alluring - the way you think a super models pheremones leak out to excite the mass market of men. I told Afton about it and she exclaimed for me to buy it. She thinks I dont like anything she buys to smell "good". I prefer the clean version of her natural smell. Not that I've ever experience her BO or anything. Ok. Too much. Stop.
I think money is tight for my folks, for some odd reason. Its readable. You can see it in their demeanor and the way they talk to eachother about buying things and the random under-the-breath "broke" comments they make to eachother. I dont get it, though. They, each of them, has a business that does very well. The last thing they should be doing is struggling with finances. Hmm.
It will be very soon when Afton is here. I'm so looking forward to it. Two and a half months its been now. I'm also happy that I'll have someone to hang out with at Cory and Cassie's wedding. Otherwise, I'd only know 2 people there: the bride and groom. Speaking of weddings - Aaron is getting married in September. Yikes. I'm going to be in that one. Two weddings for good friends in one year. Sick. Why do I get scared when I think about marriage? I shouldn't. It should be a pleasant thought. Cory's not nervous. Aaron's not nervous. They are impatiently waiting its arrival. I guess I'd just want everything to be perfect. Not so much a ceremony, but the life afterwards. I don't believe in divorce. I'm the black sheep in a world where people embrace divorce. Its ok to get de-hitched. Marriage was a union given to man and woman by God. So, if you aren't Christian, whats the point? Just live together and call them your significant other. I'm rambling.
[he was thrown head over heels into the traffic coming on]