...being fat, i have had the best day ever.
I love my boyfriend. We have the best sex ever. And this is my blog so im going to say whatever the hell i want to about how amazing he is, and about how awesome our sex ALWAYS is. I have never had bad sex with him. and i always get hot and sweaty, mostly i do that on purpose, because it burns more calories. :/ yeah, i think about food even when im fucking my boyfriend :// its so sad.
anywho, today was so great because i made him breakfast in bed :]]] it was adorable. even if i did eat two bowls of grits. and then later we went to the mall and picked out his tux for prom. he looks so fineeee omggggg
we had a talk last night. about the future.
b- "how long do you think we'll be together?"
me- "forever, duh :p hehe"
b- "for real? like for real for real?"
me- "yeah :DD"
b- "yay :DD"
me- "what about you how long do you think?"
b- "forever and ever and ever :D"
me- "awww yayyyyy :]"
b- "so... hypothetically speaking.......if like... in a few years.... i happened to ask you to marry me.... what would you say?"
me- "0.0 i would say yes :DD"
me- "yeah really really"
b- "i love you heather"
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D yaaaaaaayyyyyyyy!!!! and we pretty much talked like all night.
le sighhhh :] hehehehehehehehe so im all giddy now :D
and still fat because for some reason happiness is a binge trigger? how that happens, i will never know... grrrrrrrr