Tim’s mom gave us Easter baskets filled with his favorite candy, which is cute IN THEORY, but now I’m like, what am I going to do with all these Peeps and Hot Tamales??
It’s my last night alone in the apartment before Tim moves in, so I’m celebrating by not wearing pants and eating dinner in bed.
It’s reached a point where I am too into the Miley Cyrus twerk video.
The best part about Tim moving in is that I’m quadrupling my book and DVD collection.
I guess I had a pretty good valentine this year.
That awkward moment when you go on a double date and your boyfriend’s best friend brings his gun to the restaurant…
I’m making dinner for my boyfriend and all he can say is “that is a ton of potato salad.”
Today’s Christmas movie marathon: Home Alone, Die Hard, Muppet Christmas Carol.
This hurricane would be a lot more enjoyable if I’d had the foresight to buy cinnamon rolls.
Today I realized that if I want my boyfriend to understand why I’m upset about something, I need to relate my problem to an episode of Seinfeld.
My visit with jadorepop!
My studio, Pt. II: Dream Closet & Princess Bed.
My new studio!