I had so much fun, even if we almost didn’t go. Chris and I got into a small altercation where I was far angrier than I should have been. However, I was convinced to go out anyway, despite my angry. The rage soon dispelled, we ate (though the General Tso’s Chicken was totally not spicy like it should have been) and then went to the movie.
Juno was cute, albeit a bit much in the slang department. It was cute, with such phrases as: “The right person… thinks that the sun shines out your ass.” It definitely could have been worse. I liked it, and the song at the end was adorable, even when butchered like it was.
We walked through Walmart (I hate that freekin’ place) and got a few household supplies. The ladies in line thought we were adorable because I was trying to balance the toilet paper on my head, and Chris was pretending to shoot me with the laundry detergent.
I love him. I love him a stupid amount. I don’t frighten him with anything I do. Even in my fits of rage, he knows what to do to calm me down. My sad is dispellable.
