we are weird.

this message is specifically for geir.

I love you.

And I hope you know that. I spend every moment thinking of you. There is not an atom in my body that isn’t completely consumed with you.

That will be all.

We are not very good at keeping up with this business.

We’ve been really busy, and both have been trying to get things ready for school… blahh blah blah.

Criminal Minds has been on a lot. Okay? You caught us.

Anyway, the living room is currently full of Geir’s shit, and tis a bit messy. But that’s cool. He’ll be gone soon…

I am awaiting my contractors (a.k.a. bored grandparents who are really good at stuff) to build my apartment in our unfinished basement. Can I get a what what for living at home and going to community college?! (you: WHAT WHAT?!?!)

Woo Doggy. This gonn’ be good.

Uhh.. we need more followers please. Spanks:)

We are Weird.

GEIR FARTS A CONSIDERABLE AMOUNT.

like right now.

Let me tell you a little bit about my boyfriend, Geir. 

HE FARTS. He is tall. He has black glasses. His eyes are blue. He grows facial hair and stuff (since he’s a boy..). His hair is a curly almost-jewish kind of thing, but I tend to really enjoy it. He gets tan in the summer… He also has hobbit feet.

Hobbit Feet (n) plural: Big feet that are uniquely shaped, and are also covered in specific areas in blonde hair. Usually in reference to GEIR.

He has divine taste in music, he has an extraordinary family, his laugh is the most contagious/obnoxious (when he wants it to be) noise I’ve encountered.. 

That would be Geirboy in a nutshell.

I’m hooked, you might say.

He is weird. But so am I.

Good Morning 2 followers, one of which is Hannah.  This post is in response to the statement that I am a man of few words.  If you know me, you’ll know this isn’t entirely true.  I like to say many words, just not all of them make sense..  Currently I am watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels, courtesy of Hannah.  I turned on the tele in hopes of watching Criminal Minds, but instead finding Gene Simmons-who i must say is an ugly old man..  Hannah left for work, and I am still watching this awful show..  I got hooked..  Shit..  Anyway.  I will leave now to continue watching this show.. 

Geir is a lifeguard at the local public pool, and he worked today.. This was after I (Hannah) showed up at the early hour of 8 o’clock this morning at his house, we both fell asleep again, woke up at 9 45, went and bought coffee on account of the fact that Geir’s coffee maker is broken, and then went to work myself from 11 to 5. 

Oh. And before I left for work, I made an appointment with Geir’s family therapist. Now, one should know that I am extremely arachnophobic, and I’ve tried the therapy system before, and I can’t say that I am super pumped to get back into this. 

It’s been a long day.

So after we were both done working, we rented some movies {Wall.e, Whip It, and Aurthur}, ate some supper with Geir’s mom, Anne, and watched said movies. We are currently watching an old episode of “Rescue Me,” and laying about like a pack of sloths. 

I feel weird because I am always posting on here and spilling any train of thought that crosses my mind, but Geir has yet to post anything on his own… He is a man of few words, you might say. So I guess… It’s an adequate picture of us in real life. Sort of. Not really.

Scratch that last part.

We are weird.