I didn't fall asleep until three o'clock in the morning and woke up a mere three and a half hours after that because I'm a child and was too excited to go to sleep knowing it was my birthday. What the shit?
He was smart enough to walk in with his best friend who bought me a bottle of wine and some Crown Royal Maple. Good lookin' out, Jay. Sidenote: Have you guys tried that shit? It's ah-mazing. If I had pancakes for breakfast instead of pizza that day, I would have covered those bad boys in that stuff. Yeah, that's a good idea, America, a breakfast liquor.
Anywho, so my boyfriend's a giant liar and my presents were hidden at his dad's house, so now I have to wait until after 5:00. Just so you know, 27 year olds pout. He's lucky he came home with some pretty awesome stuff.
Flowers, candy, gift cards, and perfume. This guy has pretty much been nailing all the gift giving occasions since the day we met, which is impressive, because my 24th birthday was two and a half weeks after we met, so pretty much all knew about me was I ate fake cheese and worked a million hours a week. It's unfortunate he doesn't piss me off more often, so he has to buy me presents to win back my love.
And since it was my birthday, and I figured everybody, especially the bf, had to do what I said, I decided to take full advantage and get lots and lots of good pictures of the two of us.
Yeah, it didn't really work.
Oh, hey, there we go. I'm sure it'll be another six months before I get him to do this again. I'm convinced he has some rare phobia of having his picture taken. Don't some weirdos think it takes away some of their soul each time they have their picture taken? Is that in a movie? Did I make that up? What kind of person am I dating here? I gotta go.