♥. Just a little early...

Happy Anniversary.

This I'm sure.

R:  Let me tell you a dream I had.  I had a dream that my boyfriend was ugly.  And I was thinking to myself...will I be ok with him in the long run...lol then I woke up and saw D next to me and was like "Thank god."
C:  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  OH MY GOD R.  If you like someone they're never going to be ugly to you!

I used to think that I could be better

Or that we could be better.

But I find that the more these kinds of situations come up, the more tired I am.  And I believe less and less, especially when through these ordeals I'm being told that that's just how they are as a person.  It's such a commitment to the self.  It's such an unproductive, not progressive, useless, self centered statement.

When you are in relationship, it's not about that person accepting you for everything that you are.  If it is, s/he is always going to have to make sacrifices to accommodate for you.

Relationships are about compromises.

But when I'm continually being told That's just how I am, That's not who I am, This is just going to happen again, You're always like this--it makes me start to believe it.   It makes me believe things aren't going to change.  Or that I'm going to be the one that has to in order to makes things work, and it doesn't mean I'll be any happier during these moments, it'll just mean there will be less arguments.



It's the small, reoccurring things that eat away the value of things.

I haven't moved!

I just figured it was time to make some of my thoughts more open to the public.

http://aijoboo.blogspot.com/

But I will still be here for my more personal moments.

Things of the heart.

I told G. that if he didn't stop hitting me on the head with his projectiles, candy or not, I would come to the other side and smash his computer.

With his face.



He stopped.

I've started to become used to being pelted with candy by the boys from the other side of my cubicle.

Today, a balled-up napkin clocked me on head.

"Call me ♥.  925.324.xxxx"

Score.

Now I can order to-go when they walk to McDonald's.