Masochism, Romance and Cheesy Buffalo Chicken Possibilities
I’m not gonna post about Friday night. I can’t remember most of it. Bits and pieces have been coming back but I still can’t put it together in my mind.
I’m not sure what’s sadder. That I can’t remember most of it or that I did most of it to myself and can’t remember it.
What I do remember still has me in a bit of shock. I’m so much more of a masochist than I think even I realized. That’s kind of interesting to know.
I still don’t think I’m going to post about Friday night. And if I drop… I don’t even want to think about that. Drop + PMS = Hardcore suckage.
So we were walking along in WalMart yesterday and M put His arm around my shoulders. Then He slid it down to my waist and we walked that way for a while. And I was sort of… Thrown off. Because its been a really long time since He’s done that. We’re usually so pissed off at each other by the third aisle that we only speak to spit questions at each other.
I do not shop well. At all. I hate shopping. Read more…