Me, every single day: “There is way too much crap in this apartment, I can’t handle it.”
Eric, today: “My package is here!”
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Things I Wake Up To
I Mean, The Sweatshirt Makes a Good Point…
See, I don’t nag him. The clothes do.
Me (singing Justin Bieber): “And if you like…the way…you look that much…then baby you should go and love yourself…and if you think…that AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MURDERER!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!”
And that’s the last time Eric surprised me in the shower.
I Guess He’s Happy to (Still) See Me
You know how in the movies when a character picks up a long lost friend or lover from the airport, and they spot them from afar and begin waving frantically and dramatically, with a wide, shit-eating grin on their face, because it’s just been so long and they’ve been so far away from each other, they can’t contain their enthusiasm?
That’s how Eric waves to me when I’m in bed and he’s on the couch.
We live in a studio.
Let the Polite Lies Commence
Eric: “I feel like I’ve really cramped up your apartment. Is it making you anxious?”
Me: “What?! No, babe…”
And So it Begins
“Hey! <poking me repeatedly in the shoulder> Heyyyyyyy. HEY! I’m bored.”
— Eric, 4 minutes after officially moving into my (our?) studio apartment.
This is gonna be great.
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