Tomorrow.
My girlfriend will finally be in my arms again, tomorrow. We will be headed to a hotel where we will cuddle and kiss and fuck each others brains out. We will spend the next week and half being happy and having fun in California. We will be reunited, if only for twelve days, and I will feel whole and be truly happy.
Sadly, Jenny Lee woke in the middle of the night, suddenly nauseous, and vomited multiple times… It feels like a bad joke on the two of us. I was working and had to do my best to console her through text… I don’t think it was a good night for my Jennybutt, but, if anything, tomorrow night will be better… My beautiful, amazing girlfriend is, honestly, a fucking trooper. She’s dealt with stupid bullshit like this before, and I know she’ll be ok…
I love her more than anything in this world. She is everything to me, and just to see her face, not on some screen, and hear her voice, not through some speaker, will be a blessing…
Tomorrow.
Mediocrity rules, man.
My girlfriend is honestly the most insanely attractive thing in this whole world.
I did a shit move with Jennybutt tonight…
I love you, baby. I’m sorry. Sleep well…
We’ll be together soon…
