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Ventilating

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together

Bull.

The Turtles were full of it.

My boyfriend of five years and I have been living together for 10 months now, and let me just say I have no idea how people do it without losing their mind. Don’t get me wrong now, I love him dearly. I just want to kill him and string him up in the garage sometimes.

Our problem; Communication.

We think we’re clear and precise

 …and we’re obviously not.

Bitching on the down-sides of living with the man you love is easy when he’s not around to disagree, so to even out the Karmic repercussions; here’s a short shout out for the up-sides: 

• Bulging arms and other assorted eye-candy readily accessible 24/7.

• No problem working with heights anymore. Or cans. Or the heater.

• Always a partner in crime ready for whatever dumb idea I should come up with.

• Toasty warm feet.

Sincerely,

Pepsi-Mama