Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take death to new extremes.

On Friday night there was silence.

I went to boxing where I was slightly out of it. I went home and watched a ridiculous amount of tv and went to bed.

On Saturday morning I woke up to a text from B. Back to normal. It was a picture message of half a piece of gum. I only chew half a piece of gum at a time. Meanwhile B chews 2 pieces at once.

He sent a picture of the half piece I had left in his pack on Thursday night with a description, “Now I can eat 2.5 pieces at once”.

Me: “Waste not, want not.”
B: “More is better.”
Me: “Less is more.”
B: “Less is boring”
Me: “I doubt anyone would ever consider me boring ;)”
B: “I was never referring to you. You have MORE of most things than most women could ever hope for”
Me: (trying to keep it light) “Like junk in my trunk?”
B: “Like brains, good looks, hobbies and nests”

…..

And then I stopped the texting because we were talking in circles, and the more I tried to keep it light the more he made it serious.

I went to RI to pick up my little sister and had a nice dinner with some family. Boxer and I became friends on Facebook where I am now very aware of his young age and his even younger girlfriend. I couldn’t help but laugh when seeing his network was a high school graduation year of ’09. Yeaaah.

Then on Sunday I filled the evening with friends, tequila/cinnamon and orange shots, and the Wiz Khalifa show.

Which was awesome aside from the fact that it was full of 16-18 year old boys who thought they were way cooler than they really were.

But the plus was we got to stay for the meet and greet being the only few females there. I gave Wiz a nice hug and he signed my ticket. He also told me he hoped he’d look as hot as me at (almost) 26. Yeah…he’s 22.

So last night I went to bed and let’s be honest. I wished I had B lying next to me.

I’m more than ready for the Thanksgiving weekend. Give me my family, food, and a shut-off brain asap.

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