What the fuck is going on with XF?
Yeaaaaaaaaaa, yeaaaaa, yeaaaaa.
Four posts in one night and not a single mention of our current status.
Well, because I refuse to call him my boyfriend and he hasn't proposed, he is now my "manpanion."
Manpanion is in the Middle East for work/aka he does basically nothing except go out because the Middle East doesn't really believe in work & he's gone until July 1.
We didn't do much of anything for that lovely 3 year benchmark. I have officially decided June 1 is a dead date to me moving forward.
DON'T fucking remind me when it rolls around next year.
I am wiping that date clean.
It will no longer signify a date that holds value/happiness/anger/resentment/sadness.
June 1, I am officially breaking up with you.
Manpanion, if you're reading (I hope you aren't, ugh) you are now FREE of that anniversary/expectation.
Isn't it so fun when someone lets you down enough for you to scrap an entire day off your calendar?
Jokes people, jokes.
But in reality - if he ever does poptheQ, I hope he hires someone fab from that awesome company AND I hope he writes down the date because I WILL BE EXPECTING OODLES OF SENTIMENTAL ISH ON THAT DAMN DAY moving forward.
See, I am a giver like that. I'll take away the b/s of June 1 if you give me the next important date of my life with you.
Pretty fucking brilliant, I know, I know.
Sorry for all the cussing, I am feeling quite sassy these days and I literally have NO patience so this is whatcha get.
In summation - manpanion is outta the country, I am going next week to see him, it's been boring as fuck with him gone, there's been no drama (you can thank the timezones for that), and I am excited for July to be upon us soon.
I want this summer to be the absolute freaking best, in every aspect of my life.
So far, 2017 has NOT disappointed.
I came to slay and conquer you 2017 and I wasn't kidding.
2016, you can fuck yourself - you SUCKED x 10000000.
Finally time for me to stop impulse blogging.
xo xo,
Elle
Yeaaaaaaaaaa, yeaaaaa, yeaaaaa.
Four posts in one night and not a single mention of our current status.
Well, because I refuse to call him my boyfriend and he hasn't proposed, he is now my "manpanion."
Manpanion is in the Middle East for work/aka he does basically nothing except go out because the Middle East doesn't really believe in work & he's gone until July 1.
We didn't do much of anything for that lovely 3 year benchmark. I have officially decided June 1 is a dead date to me moving forward.
DON'T fucking remind me when it rolls around next year.
I am wiping that date clean.
It will no longer signify a date that holds value/happiness/anger/resentment/sadness.
June 1, I am officially breaking up with you.
Manpanion, if you're reading (I hope you aren't, ugh) you are now FREE of that anniversary/expectation.
Isn't it so fun when someone lets you down enough for you to scrap an entire day off your calendar?
Jokes people, jokes.
But in reality - if he ever does poptheQ, I hope he hires someone fab from that awesome company AND I hope he writes down the date because I WILL BE EXPECTING OODLES OF SENTIMENTAL ISH ON THAT DAMN DAY moving forward.
See, I am a giver like that. I'll take away the b/s of June 1 if you give me the next important date of my life with you.
Pretty fucking brilliant, I know, I know.
Sorry for all the cussing, I am feeling quite sassy these days and I literally have NO patience so this is whatcha get.
In summation - manpanion is outta the country, I am going next week to see him, it's been boring as fuck with him gone, there's been no drama (you can thank the timezones for that), and I am excited for July to be upon us soon.
I want this summer to be the absolute freaking best, in every aspect of my life.
So far, 2017 has NOT disappointed.
I came to slay and conquer you 2017 and I wasn't kidding.
2016, you can fuck yourself - you SUCKED x 10000000.
Finally time for me to stop impulse blogging.
xo xo,
Elle
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