Ohhhhhhhhh no

Now that I've found a wonderful, smart, cute, loving boyfriend on match.com...I thought I should share with you one of the first e-mails I got from someone on the site. I think it speaks for itself.

subject : hi
ohhhhhhhhhhh beuty

Wow. Who knew?

Somehow Sesame Street is plugged into my 'secret needs'. Wink wink.

Things my boyfriend said:

“Hey look it’s you! No wait…that’s Hitler” upon seeing a Wii character he created in the sidelines of Mario Kart 3.

SCHMOOPY!

In case you're wondering why I've been relatively silent for the last 6 months - I just celebrated a 6 month anniversary with a BOY. Meaning a person of the male gender. A MAN. A human with a penis.

That's right...I haven't been blogging, because I got a life. I heard my brain, in an oh so subtle William Shatner-esque way, imply that I needed one. And I went out to find it, and there he was, innocently calling himself the Gonzo of the world...complete with car, job, and cute little face.

I could of course, start blogging about how adorable he is, and how much we're in love, and how he's my schmoopy, and I'm his schmoopy...oh wait..was that the sound of you vomiting? I thought so.

So, basically what I'm saying is that you should THANK me for being silent. That's right...you owe me.

I like chocolate. I'm just sayin...