Apologies for not updating so often. Busy with school and such, and planning for Boyfriend's summer visit (108 days away, but still!) since we need to get out of the house and away from my mom and stuff whenever she's home.
Because if someone sits or lays on you, even if you're both fully clothed, you get pregnant. Obviously. That just makes perfect sense.
So yeah, need to get out of the house and away from 'SARAH THAT'S TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE' as much as possible.
Boyfriend agrees.
We will play on playgrounds and be idiots and I'll try to teach him parkour and I'll probably fail because I suck as a teacher for parkour since I can't word things. It's just me kinda like 'when wallclimbing you have to have good balance to begin with, you can't just have good recovery balancing, because you can't rebalance mid jump or when you turn around' and it's apparently hard to understand. Woops.
Anyway, Boyfriend decided that tonight would be a good night to break my face.
It is still broken and it feels weird. He's broken my face with smiles.
