I recently moved in with my boyfriend. It's great. It get to wake up next to his gorgeous face and go to sleep lying next to his hot body. We don't have to spend ludicrous amounts of time travelling just to see each other. The furthest I have to travel to see him is now six seconds it takes me to walk from the bathroom to the living room.
The only problem is that I've now gone from being his cute, sexy girlfriend who he sees every few days hanging about in lacy lingerie... to his everyday girlfriend wearing daggy cotton undies and doing the dishes. Now I feel like I have to counteract mundane activities like cutting my nails and vacuuming with looking super hot all the time. Bah, first world problems.
Sunday, October 16, 2011