Dear Hilo,

I’m on my way to the airport and I’ll be up in San Francisco with you in under 4 hours. Multiple FaceBook posts are letting me know that you threw up after much celebrating last night for the first time in years, so I think it’s safe to say I’ll be taking the train :3

I hope you’re feeling okay, babes. We need to set up a system for someone you’re with to text me that you’re still alive after nights like these, haha.
I’m bringing the Excedrin!

A 

Dear Hilo,

This weekend was fantastic.

Ever since I’ve been at my new job, where I get my weekends off… I’m so much happier. I feel like we actually can go do things together! I’m a little sad that our schedules make it hard to see each other more than a couple hours a day during the week, but surely we’ll make it up on Saturdays and Sundays.

Hopefully next weekend won’t be too hectic, and I won’t get lost and murdered on the train.

You Make Me Feel Pretty,
A 

  • Him: I'm not that concerned about getting an oil change.
  • Me: You were also the one driving around with no oil in your car.
  • Him: Yeah, but as soon as the light came on I fixed that. It wasn't like I saw it and purposely drove it around without oil.
  • Me: You're supposed to check that stuff, like, once a month, I think.
  • Him: Why didn't you check it?
  • Me: It's your car.
  • Him: Ohh, I see. So I'm the only one who gets to ride in it, right?
  • Me: What?
  • Him: So I only get to ride in the car, right?
  • Me: [Begins to yell at Blanka who's barking at some shit on a higher frequency than I care to hear]
  • Him: Well, I'll see you when I get home.
  • Me: Okay, babe, see ya.