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I veered off course somewhere in the original purpose of creating this blog. It's been filled with a mish mash of "will they/won't they" starring yours truly and Christian with cameos from Ashley and my drunken alter ego. It's like Dawson's Creek all over again, Jesus Christ.

So I bring you this video in hopes of winding up back where we started off. As Ashley and I were exiting my apartment to partake in the festivities of Christian's birthday last Thursday, I heard sounds coming from down the hallway. Upon further investigation we discovered that my 70+ neighbor was watching lesbian porn and, due to his apparent deafness, had the volume cranked to 11. Enjoy.

Check out this video: OH. HARDER. HARDER.



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Bermuda, Bahama, C'mon Baby...Mama?

Just as further proof that Christian is the greatest boyfriend in the universe, last night he told me my graduationation present - to plan a vacation for us and expenses were on him. I need to get the budget for the trip and dates today so I know where to start looking, but we're definitely looking towards a beachy, tropical location. Bermuda seems like a good fit, NCL offers a cruise out of Boston which spends 4 days at the island. Staying in a hotel there for say, 5 days, and flying out there would roughly cost $1800 but since Bermuda is not a fan of all-inclusive resorts, we'd be tacking on another $500 in meals and booze. The best place to go would be either Ocho Rios or Negril, Jamaica. Not only does it have loads of all-inclusive resorts located right on the beach with the 5 day stay totalling $1200 w/out airfare, Christian's biological father is from the island. Not only would it be relaxing and romantic, but he'd get to experience a large part of who he is.

Diabeetus

The boy and I have made it over the 1 month hump; surprisingly he was the one to remind me of out "anniversary" the other day which was refreshing. It seems like he's the middle of the two extremes of my last two relationships. Matt was all "I love yeeew" and was non-stop sappy, whiney, and pathetic (not to mention a kinky little bastard - MY VAGINA IS NOT A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT KTHX). The Redneck would have preferred to smack me upside the head, push, yank me around my hair or drink a liter of whiskey rather than let me know how he was feeling. I'm relieved that I'll never have to deal with either of those types again. Funny how I went from a complete pussy to an abusive closeted homo (OH THAT'S RIGHT, I SAID IT).

I'm sure the Brokeback homo has heard about Christian and I by now, god knows I did the high school thing and announced it on Facebook and Myspace, either through the dirty skank Tricia or the pervy nerd Jesse. I bet the Redneck is ramming his seacow girlfriend extra hard out of anger. It's his own fault for god sake! He was an idiot not to know that something was going on, especially when I told him I went to the movies with Christian and fractured my tibia. Or when my douche roommated decided to call him and let him know I was caught red handed sucking face (thanks Bret for that phrase btw) with my now boyfriend. But then again, he was probably too busy pretending to be Jake Gyllllennahalllall with some dude. Y'know he's totally a bottom.

Entering Vomitville

We're way too disgustingly cute.

I Look Like a Hooker

Another weekend with my partner in crime, Ashley, is in full swing and by my request I let her put her Clinque skillz to work by making me look at trashy as possible. Needless to say she far exceeded my expectations. I'd be asking for $5 at most.

Onto where we left off last time - I believe my love-hate relationship with Christian was plummeting into a downward spirl (or upward into goodness, I don't quite remember). My birthday several weeks ago was definitely one to be remembered since he came over and shot out the question that had been floating in the air for the last several months - "will you be my girlfriend?". So it was second grade, but then again it had to be resorted to that level so that we both fully understood what we wanted, expected, and needed from the other. I, of course, said yes and the last three and a half weeks has been nothing but positive, romantic, and more than I ever expected. So much so that my typical "don't even try to screw me over" defensive was broken and I admitted just how much I care about him by dropping the L-bomb. While it seems like things have moved rapidly, we're both focusing on the fact that we've known something was there between us from the get-go, something way more involved and deep than either one of us had felt before.

So we're in love. Tomorrow after bringing Ashley home to the boonies of Mass., I'm heading over his place to play house for the evening while he makes us tacos and then cuddles on the couch with me to watch the finale of Rock of Love.