My birthday was on Monday and Tim was being the sweetest and taking me to Disneyland before my birthday party at Gameworks and we were in line for a ride and we were having a conversation. Tim’s shoe was untied and so he went to tie it and my heart literally stopped beating.
I was like, “OH MY FUCKING GOD HE’S GOING TO PROPOSE RIGHT NOW.”
Now we have talked about getting married and we’re pretty much in it for the long haul, unless stuff comes up where we just can’t make it work for the long-run. So I wouldn’t be necessarily surprised if he did, but we talked about it coming up in like, three or four more years.
So I was freaking the FUCK out, because it was my birthday and we were at Disneyland so I figured it was happening.
But he kept talking to me and tying his shoe and I started sweating in my palms and then he came back up and I had all this extra adrenaline.
And that’s the story of how I almost had a heart attack at Disneyland.
Now I have to go make an actual meal out of pot stickers because I don’t have simple pizza,
DAD YOU WILL MAKE ME FAIL FINALS AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT.
(It’s not but I need a scapegoat).
I am so hungry and my dad threw away the pizza I was going to have today.
When I got mad at him for this, he said, “Well it’s just in the trash, go get it.”
I will not have my pizza seeped in trash aroma, thanks.
I am thankful that I have such wonderful friends who love me so much.
I love that I never truly lose my friends, I just resume friendship.
I love that my family is so close to me and I have such a positive relationship with them.
I love that I have a boyfriend who is my very best friend and loves me for who I am and understands me and knows exactly what I need.
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