It seems like just yesterday I arrived in California and then quickly became a towering stress case with the extraordinary ability to fly reaaaaaaaallllllllllly loooooooooooow under the radar. And now! Here I am! One year later and I am still a towering stress case, flying so low under the radar I'm skimming treetops. They tickle.
For the last few days I have been trying to mentally compose this post so that I could have at least some idea of how to best articulate the past 12 months. But if you're loyal reader you already know that it's had its ups and downs.
Still, no matter where or how or why I'm struggling, the one constant thing in my life has been Motherfucking Dan Certa.
I just wrote a whole paragraph about all his most endearing traits, but I realized that he might take exception with some of them being posted in a public forum. I'm not sure those who only know him as a mandles-with-black-Gold Toe-socks-wearing, beard-rocking, interwebbing, porn-collecting, gear-lusting, "C" word-spewing, God of Rock would be able to reconcile that persona with the idea of someone who's very loving, affectionate and likes to cuddle.
So, I will simply say that I Heart My Boyfriend. I could not have done any of this without him.
I'm definitely the lucky one.
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MFDC collects porn? No way! ;) I knew I liked him for a reason and now I can finally pinpoint it.
How can the nobility of a man whose first name is Motherfucking ever be doubted?
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