Random Musings

A birthday musing.

So, for those of you who are unaware, as a general rule, I hate birthdays. 

Most people don’t understand this and get really upset.  But why shouldn’t I?

I’ve had some truly shitty birthdays in the past.  Namely, my 16th birthday, which I broad-casted and yet no one remembered, and my 18th, which just wound up being an epic fail. 

Today, however, was awesome.  Like seriously.  Every single person who wished me a happy birthday, be it by text, on Facebook, or in person, just kept me happy all day long.  My roommate & suitemates put balloons and candy all over my bed, which was a wonderful surprise after chemistry.  And then spending time with my boy toy just made it even better.  I like him.  I like him a lot, actually.  I haven’t liked someone this much in a while. 

Overall, I would deem today a successful birthday.  I’m quite the happy camper. 

Last night was…

I don’t even know how to describe it.  It was exactly what I needed.  The fact that you texted me right as I was thinking about you. 

I love when you come over.  I love your physical presence.  I love that you make me laugh so much.  I love that you actually challenge me, you don’t just let me walk all over you.  I love the way you randomly grab me and kiss me while there’s no one in the room. 

We really need more moments like that.  More time together.  Goodness knows I think about you all the time.  Everytime I see you I just want to touch you.  What can I say?  I’m a physical being.

Oh, and I like you.

I like you a lot. 

I’m so glad you like me too.