Holy shit, you guys, I’ve been with this kid for four years.
I stole his last name three years ago.
The kid who makes my food. And only
usually sometimes complains about it.
The kid who falls asleep on me more frequently than most sloths.
The kid who goes with me to the doctor and then carts (literally) my sorry, high ass around Target.
The kid who may be AN ACTUAL GODDAMNED MODEL.
The kid who apparently (?) likes to make meals out of my ear and/or hair.
This kid, you guys. He’s the biggest dork around. And I love him to pieces.
Happy anniversary, goofball. I love you. Don’t ever stop being your ridiculous self.