Warning: sexbragging.

Boyancé [what my fiancé has now required I refer to him as] had a nice date and long, loud, wild sex. Like we did in the old days. I have two different roommates from the past who we managed to continually horrify. One of them could hear us through her bathroom wall all the time, and she says she can't brush her teeth without picturing us having sex. I always respond to that with, "you're welcome."

Boyancé and I have been so "life is in the way of everything" that our dates have consisted of eating takeout in front of Netflix* and short, lazy tired sex every once in a while, but most of the time me just passing out.

So now I remember we have to demand time out of each other or life is just going to whiz by.

I have been working my little face off like a fool for months, and finally some people we have trained at work are making my load easier. Also I have been having stupid medical stuff with my dog** and been at the vet like every few days.

SO I'M GOING TO GET MINE, DAMMIT. I'M GOING TO HAVE A REAL WEEKEND WITH FRIENDS AND A DATE, LIKE THAT PERSON I USED TO BE.

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After the year I've had, I am realizing I need to work to rebuild my social life.

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*Takeout + Netflix is one of my favorite dates...but it was too much.

**Nothing serious. She got an irritation on her skin and licked and scratched it into a huge wound and now she is in a big cone and I have to go get it cleaned all the time. Which is taking up ALL MY TIME. Damn you, wienerdog!