so my bf is in hotlanta and i'm going nuts without him...it's like chocolate doesn't taste as chocolatey and the sky isn't as blue and birds don't chirp as they should...
so anyway, he calls me after having dinner with his co-workers and boss and i'm like, "u know next month is our 6th month anniversary. can we get a steak dinner?" and he's like, "of course, anywhere you'd like." and i'm like, "i wanna go where guys go for steak dinners. and i wanna pay this time." and he's like, "you're not paying. i'll let u pay once u make more money than me. u wanna go to morton's?" and i'm like, "wtf? r we rich bitch? did we somehow just win the lottery??? i want CARL'S JR. put that steak sandwich in my belly." my bf starts laughing and is like, "r u serious?" and i'm like, "of course i'm serious...i love that stuff and u've been promising to take me there." i mean, the nerve of my bf...give a girl what she fucking wants...if she wants a steak dinner, give it to her!!!
btw...i was perusing his maxim magazine and in the magazine, there's this page where it tells guys what to get their gfs for valentine's day...basically, it tells the guy to spend $200 on chocolate fondue for his girl or like $200 for a pair of panties...i told my bf that if he were to spend that kind of money for my valentine's day present, i'd seriously go ballistic...like seriously, $200 for fancy chocolate fondue? just melt down a goddamn Hershey's bar in the microwave and i won't know the fucking difference...and $200 for panties? that money could like feed me for a year...like seriously...or $200 could buy me like 40 fancy steak dinners at Carl's Jr. i swear, we're in a fucking recession...trust me, i'm the girl who cherishes my la perla bra and panty set but during these economic times, it just feels sooo wrong...
okay...over it...time to finish reading his maxim magazine and go to bed...yes, the exciting life that i lead...xoxo...
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