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So, Bravo’s having a Criminal Minds marathon Saturday through Monday. That’s like, 72 hours. Fuck the Luxton Fair, I’m going to eat Nutella and watch CM all May Long Weekend. Fuck yes.
Listening to Bad Company, killing time before I go to Craig’s house. And it’s 2:00 AM. The things I do for that bloak. Speaking of Craig, not that anyone cares, I think it’s safe to call him my boyfriend. I mean, he isn’t seeing other girls and doesn’t want to. Nor does he want me to see other guys. Not that I want to. I’m so sprung on him. It’s ridiculous. I literally turn into putty around him. My dad thinks that Craig is gonna wanna go back to England at some point, I’m gonna go with him and in order to visit his grandbabies, he’s gonna have to fly to the UK. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. Don’t fret my loves, I’m not going anywhere. And neither is Craig.
