So G had a romantic evening all lined up on Friday night. Candles, dinner, the bit, but I picked that moment to walk in crying. It was quite the setup. I was hysterically crying about how crappy life in general can be while standing in a living room dark but for the somber lightening from the candles. It really did seem nice come to think about it, but a hysterical girlfriend going on and on just didn't fit the picture. G blew out the candles and we watched t.v. while eating our steak dinners.
Afterward G was incredibly tired from setting the whole thing up, so I decided to salvage what was left of the evening by making it a steamy night in the bedroom. It continued in the morning after waking up and needless to say I can cry any time I want with that kind of follow up.

Here's to the good life or so they say
All those parties and games that all those people play
They tell me this is the place to be
All these beautiful people and nothin' to see

Sometimes I feel like something is gone here
Something is wrong here, I don't belong here
Sometimes I feel like a stranger in town
And I've lost what I found, it'll all turn around

Uncle Cracker

My life completely