Aaah.  In 14 minutes will be the day of my 8th year wedding anniversary.  I didn't get my husby shit. I didn't think about it.  I knew the day was sneaking up on me, but I just didn't follow through with any of these damn voices telling me to go to WalMart and at least get a fuckin card.  I got nothing and feel like shit over it.  Chances are, I got the same thing.  It's not like I don't love him cuz I do.  I love him with all my heart.  I do love being in love. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

 

I am still only human.  I still look.  I still think there might be something out there.  But what if there isn't?  I'lll totally screw myself just thinking of having a thought.  Oops.  I'm fucked.  If 7 years is an itch, 8 must be the scratch. 

 

I think I'll get my husby a bi-sexual hot chick with fake boobs who swallows for our anniversary.  Anyone know where I can get one of them without STDs?