Or do they ever die?
I spent 7 months awaiting the return of my boyfriend while he was out tootin around Afghanistan. Tooting is an understatement but to not think about what he was actually doing I stand by tootin.
Every Friday I would work managing the gym I work at and then go straight over to where I waitress until closing and clean up Then I would proceed home... always greeted with love from my faithful companion, would wash my face, hop in bed, turn on the 'ol laptop to Hulu or Netflix and watch crappy movies/tv shows until I drifted to sleep.
Well, here I lay it is exactly 7 months since his return. I had work and he had certain job related bonding/partying to do which honestly doesn't happen often and I don't have the energy to attend after a double duty work day. I returned home, was greeted by my faithful companion + another faithful companion, I washed my face, bed was hopped in and Hulu is streaming. Harry's Law. Honestly terrible show but if you refer 2 posts down I'm a serious sucker for bad tv.
I can't believe I'm doing the same thing I did for 7 months. You would think that resorting to this wouldn't make me feel better but even one night alone sucks and I guess in this case reverting to old routines feels comfy and warm (a little smelly because the dogs need bathes)
I have a feeling this habit will fight until the death before it dies.
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