Laying in bed with Saintseneca whispering sweet nothings from my turntable. Falling asleep at a decent hour is looking like a failure at this point— partly because baby is sleeping at his house tonight, and because I can’t stop thinking about our fishing trip tomorrow. Our motor scooters were supposed to come in today, however, due to some shipping difficulties, they won’t be here until Monday. I wish my vegetable garden would grow overnight. We’re going to be the healthiest couple on the whole planet this summer.
Don’t tell me— people are going to start ‘falling in love with’ and eloping with people they meet on instagram, or some shit. As if falling in love with people you’ve never met, over tumblr or Facebook isn’t creepy and dysfunctional enough. How would you go about answering ‘mom, dad, how do you guys meet?’