The Epitome Of Organization Is Phone Case And Cell Case
What I am about to tell you will definitely make me sound justifiably and clinically insane, but just bear with me while I tell you my story . I understand that the following will make me out to look like a crazy stalker freak or if you are very very understanding person maybe just a bit on the psychotic side of the spectrum, which is probably a complement . I think my fiancée and I are about to end our relationship . So I left my phone holder [/spin] on her bedroom floor so I could have a few more minutes alone with her, even if they are hostile minutes | over at her place to give me an excuse to go back there[/spin]. I don’t want to break up with her. She’s pretty, funny, smart, and, most importantly, comes from a family that is as rich as sin. She doesn’t even have to work if she doesn’t feel like it. That’s exactly the kind of life I’ve always wanted for myself. Yeah, love would be great too, but money is far more practical. I’d never stop kicking myself if I threw away the chance for a lazy, luxurious existence just because I forgot our 7-month anniversary or whatever other ridiculous thing she’s mad about now. But I have an excuse t go back there with flowers and a bottle of wine and I can act like I’m sorry and she’ll get all weepy-eyed. I don’t even feel sorry anymore but I know that this will work so I do it anyways, I have a lot invested in the relationship .
