Okay. watching the presentation ceremony.
god, if there is one, doesn't likely give a flaming hot shit that you won the superbowl.
stop thanking him.
he didn't do it. you did.
be proud of that.
what's really frustrating is that i hear bits of conversation and then ask her about it the next day but she, of course, doesn't remember.
...that and when she laughs in her sleep. creepy as fuck...