#boyfraan

[one-krabs-trash]

I might have just ordered this for Sean for his birthday...

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One day

One precious, perfect day, Sean and I won't be living in his parent's basement. We'll have our own little place to call home. We can bring Isis and Gusto with us. We'll get a little house on the bench with a tiny fenced yard. There will be a grill and I'll plant Tulips. Maybe it'll have two bedrooms and we'll turn one of them into an office. I bet there will even be a coat closet and a full bath tub. I miss baths more than I thought possible. I'll be able to decorate for all of my favorite holidays.  One day.

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Sean

is applying for an Electrician Apprenticeship. I'm so excited for him! I just know that's something that would make Sean so happy. He's a tinkerer at heart, that one. Yaayyy for the two of us trying to get our shit together! :) 

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Some Things:

My new job is incredibly overwhelming but I think once I actually know what I'm doing, I'll really enjoy it? Maybe, hopefully? There are so many numbers involved and numbers are scary.

I start volunteering at the library on Monday so that's neat.

Sean's sister, Erin, is going to pay me to clean her house a few times a month. It won't be a huge amount of money but I'll probably be able to use it to fill up my gas tank which is super convenient.

I'm hoping that once I start getting paid for my new job, I can put a decent chunk into my savings account every paycheck so Sean and I can GTFO of this basement.

Our five year anniversary is coming up in a few weeks and I have no idea what to get Sean. Suggestions are welcome and appreciated.

Holy shit, I've spent five years of my life with this dude.

That's all. Thanks for listening.~

[foxxtaill]

Crying like a total baby at the message Paul wrote in my card for our anniversary. I’m the biggest gimp on the planet, I know.

[totoropudding]

i feel like i ought to rephrase my last text post. "He likes me pudgyish" does not mean hes wants me to be pudgy. He is not saying that he likes the fat type. He tells me I'm perfect the way i am and like to wrap his arms around my stomach and tells me nice things about my weight. BUT he also likes the idea of me wanting to be healthier/skinnier because this is the most out of shape/unhealthy weight i've been in my life.