i suppose i should change the name of this blog now considering i am not actually single anymore. i suppose i should remove the picture of my breasts as my avatar considering they now belong to a certain boy. but i am lazy and i will do that later.

i started this blog to track the hilarity that goes along with being single, but as each day passes, i'm finding that being in a relationship has it's own element of what-the-fuck-did-you-just-say funny. and i can't be nearly as graphic as i'd like to be on my other blog because it is read by several relatives and a few co-workers and every now and then i would forget and post about bukake or shitting in my boyfriend's bed and then i would come to work and have everyone stare at me like they did when i returned to work after i drank a bunch of stella artois because i thought it was light but it wasn't and i got wasted and showed my boss how i pinch my nipples in the elevator.

i used to be friends with a guy named kyle. he's married now. but he was pretty rad at one point. i forgot how rad he actually was (is) until now. we were very good friends, but it never "happened" for us. although i am madly in love with my boyfriend, i thought i would share something kyle made for me a few years back. to think that someone put that much work into something for me is amazing. and he knows words! he smartypance! i still confuse my cursive g's and cursive capital j's. shut up.