My boyfriend and I have such a strong relationship.
And when I asked him the next morning why his first thought was to break up with me, his response was
"Abbey, you were a zombie."
I wasn't aware zombies were civilized enough to text now.
My favorite part of this was that his firsts response wasn't like what the heck- but he had to tell me that there are "unacceptable" diseases in maggots. Yeah, okay, like I didn't know maggots were gross.
I've used the word maggot way too much in this post.
And I was going to put pictures up of my lovely outfit today. I wore a scarf in a way that I don't usually wear a scarf- it was innovative. Except that I had a little mini-meltdown. You know what I'm talking about. ("I hate all my clothes/I'm tired/I don't want to take two finals tomorrow")
I don't really hate all my clothes. I'm very grateful for them. (John made sure to inform me that many people in the world would be thrilled to have any piece of my clothing. Operation guilt trip successful).
I love my boyfriend. He's completely hilarious, even when he knocks a full glass of tea onto my leather purse.
Okay, I didn't love him so much quite at that moment. But he made up for it with a Harry Potter joke right after.
Okay enough rambling.