My Saturday nights consist of Japanese food and a movie with Roel. Contrary to what it may seem, it’s actually quite fun. :lolol:

D and I never seem to spend our Saturday nights together. At first, I bitterly owed it to the fact that Saturday nights belong to the official girlfriend, and I have to make do with Fridays, Sundays, and some weekdays. DO YOU SEE HOW GREEDY I AM? Then again, maybe not. I mean, I get this evil sense of satisfaction knowing that he spends more time with me than her, but knowing that it’s her whom he brings to family dinners just cancels out that little victory. Helga 0; Girlfriend 1.

Oh. He didn’t see her the whole weekend, though. Or maybe he did, but he’s learned his lesson by now, and opted not to let me know :hmph:. Also, I realize that Saturday nights don’t necessarily translate to Girlfriend Nights; rather, they’re D Has A Life Outside Work And Helga Nights. :)

So anyway, my bed’s still broken. And I had to flip the mattress because D and I have done some damage to its springs, too.

He’ll be moving his things to Alabang this week. He’ll be an hour and a half away from me now, instead of just fifteen minutes :(.

FUUUUCK, I just closed a 10-liner! :woohoo: I’ve been working on that sale for FIVE fucking hours— TOES and it’s system issues.

Happy D thought for the day:
<3 I love his arms (typical macho man arms, haha--- muscled and strong, the size of half my thigh? :P). They make for good hugging, good carrying, good biting, and good sleeping. Yes, the man hogs my pillows and I have to get by by snuggling into his armpit, my head and a hand resting on his bicep.