Lies! Lies! Lies!
I had such an odd, inexplicable dream last night. I don't remember much, but I remember being at home, in my underwear late at night, and angry for some reason. I stormed over to the fridge, where I have a laminated chart with different columns for use with a dry erase marker, and began writing down "LIES!" in the Chores category of the chart. I wrote it a few more times, adding Travis's name next to a few, then I jotted down "milk", "cheese", "hotdogs" and "Tide Coldwater" in the Grocery area of the chart. I stepped back and took a look at the whole laminated chart, and decided that I hadn't written "Lies!" enough, so I wrote it a few more times. I then finished it off by writing "More LIES!" in the grocery area, and then cheerfully skipped back off to bed. I also seem to remember something about machine guns and the dishes being dirty.
What the hell?
Travis, are there some Lies or something that I need to be concerned about?
On another topic, you know you're a nerd couple, when after having some epic, incredible sex, your girlfriend tells you with labored breathing "I think this is going on LiveJournal."
What the hell?
Travis, are there some Lies or something that I need to be concerned about?
On another topic, you know you're a nerd couple, when after having some epic, incredible sex, your girlfriend tells you with labored breathing "I think this is going on LiveJournal."