Day 35 of having a boyfriend. My mastoid hollows recovered with the aid of moscato. Then we watched zombies, shot people (or tried to shoot, missed entirely, alerted them to our presence and threw the controller back at boyfriend like a big girl. Ahem). I sometimes get so distracted looking for irrelevant things that I forget that the just any moment is the very best thing at all.
Things my boyfriend does that I don't like: hurts my mastoid hollows.
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