Cali: I’m a couch plopper today Bubba: *staring out window at pouring rain* I wanna run and bark #lazykitty #eagerpuppy #rainyafternoon #puppyjustwantstoplay #kittydontcare #petsofinstagram #calicocat #wirehaireddachshund
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Cali: I’m a couch plopper today Bubba: *staring out window at pouring rain* I wanna run and bark #lazykitty #eagerpuppy #rainyafternoon #puppyjustwantstoplay #kittydontcare #petsofinstagram #calicocat #wirehaireddachshund
So basically I went on the most adorable coffee date in the world on Wednesday and I wish that Moorhead was closer to Duluth so then I could see at least two of the most fabulous people more often and ohmygoodness liking people is hard. Like so difficult. Like why is this a thing. Why is distance a thing. And I know I'm being an eager puppy because I've literally seen him twice but seriously with a face like that there's no way I wouldn't want to see it more often. Because facial hair and scruff on a guy with guages who plays the freaking guitar and can supposedly sing is like the ideal fantasy man and UGH. And it's so interesting because he makes me nervous and that is not a feeling I generally feel. I'm like the most awesome, interesting girl ever. And yes, I have an ego. It's gigantic. I think I'm the shit. But I literally feel inferior in this situation and that is the strangest fucking thing. And I just want to text him all the time but I don't want to be that annoying girl who texts him all the time. That would be so unacceptable. So I'm just gonna sit here and pretend like I'm not waiting for him to text me. Maybe I'll actually be productive.
Fucking hell why do I feel so many things.
End of rant.