These are the words spoken to me when I tell my boyfriend that I am going to blog about him. We just finished having dinner (a rrotisserie chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, plus appetizers [cheese, sausage and crackers]). Now he's resting his head on my shoulder watching me type.
I bet this is sooo interesting to anyone who reads this.
Maybe I'll start a blog where I talk about what I'm doing at that very second...
Right now I'm avoiding writing an essay that was due today, watching Scrubs on Comedy Central, feeling really full, and trying to figure out what I was thinking about writing about earlier.
AND NOW I REMEMBER. Why are tampons so fucking expensive? I remember when I was young, before I even needed tampons, and they were like ten cents. Now it's like fifty cents to get one of those things! Who carries around that much change? All my change goes in a plastic box.
Also, how come every time I need to buy a tampon, and I actually have correct change, the machine is empty or broken? Damn irony.
That's all for now.
Cate
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