Ankle Express
Monday, April 27, 2009
1:35 PM

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So as most of you know, I live with my boyfriend, Jason.
Now, living with your boyfriend may sound totally and completely awesome to somebody that has never done it before. But to those of us that have, the idea may not sound to appealing.

When I first moved in with him, I was so stoked to think that every night we would be together. I would be able to cuddle up to him and know that in the morning, his cute little face would be there for me to wake up to. How wonderful would it be to be there every second of everyday with the love of my life?

Here is the thing, it's not that wonderful. I mean, sure, it is nice to wake up to him in the morning, and cuddle up to him at night. But during the day, I feel like I can never escape! My friends are still in school, so hanging out with them is almost impossible when I need to get away, what with most of us having jobs now, there is no time to just 'chill'. Jason and his friends don't go to school anymore, and don't have full-time jobs, so guess where they like to hang out? Here!

Now, I have no problem with the occasional 'boys night' but after the third or fourth in a row, I seriously get fed up. All they want to do is sit on the computer, or shoot their guns. Which is fun, don't get me wrong. But, when you do it everyday, the fun is sucked out of it. I get tired of hearing all the boy talk about cars and motorcycles every fucking day. Sometimes, I just want to listen to some giggling girls talk about cute boys and getting their hair done, if you know what I mean.

It really stinks not being able to get away. And sense I don't have my own car, it makes things even more difficult. I can never just go for a drive or take off by myself. Unless, of course, I want to do it on foot.

So last night, me and Jason got into this huge fight, over practically nothing. It was my fault, really, because I made something really small into a huge deal. See, I hate when people touch my face. It's strange, but when you think about it, it sort of makes sense. Like, think of where their hands have been. Maybe they went to the grocery store and put their hands on a cart that millions of other people have. Now, where were THOSE peoples hands? One of them went to the bathroom and there was no toilet paper, the other just finished wiping an eye booger, somebody just picked a wedgie and now all of that is being rubbed on my face. Pretty gross. So Jason, touched my face, thinking it would be funny, and knowing I hate it. I told him to stop, and of course, he didn't, he just kept on rubbing. I freaked out. Normally, I would just laugh it off and wash my face, but with all my recent stress, and the fact that I couldn't just leave to take a breather, made me flip the fuck out.

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