My app got approved by Apple. I’m officially an iOS app developer :)
I love coming back to bed in the middle of the night and having her sleepily snuggle up against me. I fucking love it so much.
We're going to New York together for Christmas, a whole week, Saturday to Saturday. My friend is lending us his apartment on the Upper East Side. It's going to be magical. Cold but magical.
There are very few words that can adequately describe how happy I am. It's still happiness largely without the fear or doubt that colored every other affection I've felt for someone. I can't believe my luck.
A girl at the Courtneys show was standing behind us, talking about how cute we were.
I have everything I have always wanted.
I woke up to the sound of the blonde upstairs getting fucked. It all sounded familiar. The rhythmic thudding of the bed against the floor, the occasional moan loud enough to travel through it, and how near the end there was the higher pitched knocking of the headboard hitting the wall; before silence and then a little later, his deeper gasping, nearly a whisper the way I heard it; then footsteps, and--goddamnit--if I had wanted to take a hot shower I should have done it before now, because they're going to be in there for the next hour and a half.
My birthday couldn't have gone any better for me even if God herself reached her arm down to give me a pat on the back. I'd have just been like "you think I don't know that?"