My boyfriend is drunk.

Posted on April 8, 2011 | 3 Comments

“Who are you? Where did you come from? I feel like you were put on this planet to fall in love with me. I wake up and see you every morning, and I think, who the hell are you? Why are you in my face? And if you’re in my face, how and why are you in my face? Furthermore … no. I’m not going to finish that. I love you. I love you.”

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3 Responses to My boyfriend is drunk.

  1. Joshua | April 14, 2011 at 11:26 am | Reply

    This is basically the sweetest thing I’ve ever read. (Also, I had no idea you were dating Arthur — congrats!)

  2. Hheim | May 21, 2011 at 5:43 pm | Reply

    I love this blog. The texts are a masterpice.

  3. southernmusings | June 7, 2011 at 8:11 am | Reply

    i think you are due for an update. ;)

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