Just talked to my baby for almost an hour. Goddamnit. Our situations are so awkward and effed that we're barely gonna see each other until we're able to move out. We can't even fucking spend the night together and it's LAME.
Two months or less, though. That's it. I've already got $200 saved and I'm getting almost $900 back on my tax return, plus whatever he's saving. So we may have a place of our own here pretty quick. Look out, Marysville. I'm coming back.
Jesus christ, that was lame.
So I'ma go either bleach my roots or just take a shower. Dunno yet.
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