I mean, I wake up in my bed each morning and don’t know how I got there. Eek! Every night is like a crazy hardcore party and I fear it’s all getting out of control. Have to admit, it’s been a lot to handle, I’ll be honest. As such, I am feeling the pressure to pop the question to Gaga when she shows up even though it’s only been a little over a week.
Also, in stalking through Facebook, it seems like everyone wh o has been in a long-term relationship has somehow gotten engaged overnight. It tastes more like wax, though, so I don’t know what the Yankee Candle-Namers were smoking.
Sadly, Gaga couldn’t show last night, so I had to Yankee Swap with myself.
The post-holiday Depression is really setting in.