I was thinking about it today, and my boyfriend must hate me.

I’m always like, hey Cameron come on over! And I’m sure expects it to be a nice day. Maybe we’ll go out for dinner or see a movie he thinks. But no. When he gets here, I’m still in my pjs, wearing a shirt with a gorey monster on it and my hair is still unstraigtened and damp. And most likely I’m eating ice cream straight from the tub.

I think lately he is discovering I am a slob. Well, hes always known I’m a slob, but hes only now figuring out that I am a straight up 50 year old man who drinks beer and watched jerry springer all day.

Hes on his way over and I’m wearing pj pants with my zombie shirt and my hair is still wet because I just got out of the shower. oh dear.

I need some ice cream.