2/15/09

We didn’t do much for Valentine’s.  We stopped at Baskin Robbin’s and bought a cute ice cream cake covered with pink and red hearts and then had dinner at Steak and Shake.  I love love love Steak and Shake.  Shakes make me happy.  I wasn’t feeling good from being constipated (shut up Beth) for three days so I didn’t want to go pay for some huge meal and only eat half of it.  That’s just rude.  Steak and Shake was good though.  I think I’ll make him take me out for fondue next weekend or maybe to hibachi.  Mmmmm… it’s too late to be getting hungry again.

I’m tired.  I was hoping I would have more to say, but I just don’t.

Oh, well okay.  He was over here watching a movie with me and he brought up a conversation about wedding bands.  He wants titanium or some shit like that.  I told him I can’t have gold because I’m allergic to it.  I don’t know.  It was just kind of a strange thing. We say things like if we were to live together we could blah blah blah…, but I told him I’m not wanting to get married again.  Well, at least not for a while, I have to make it through school first.

See, but then he was telling me about some nerd convention thing (yeah, I am a nerd too.  I am fuily allowed to call him an his stuff nerdy.) that he is going to go to in like July in Vegas and he says you know if you go up there with me we could get married in July.  And its so sweet and romantic and mushy and it makes me melt and want to run away with him, but at the same time I start to freak.  I married stupidass a year after we got together.  I’m not really dying to have my heart shit on again.  Even though I so don’t think William is like that.  But, still, I didn’t get married thinking hey this mother fucker is going to sleep around and sexually harass my sister.

Woohoo, and look, I proved how fucking crazy I am.  If you made it through all that rambling bullshit, then you deserve a cookie.  I’m going to bed before I bore someone else to death.  Night y’all.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

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