If things go according to plan I'll be spending the weekend (starting tomorrow since I'm special like that) down in Lincoln. Kat's friends are having their baby (she is being induced tomorrow morning) and the girl is beyond excited to go visit them and see the kid. Being the wonderful and only occasionally modest (that is a joke, I'm terribly humble) boyfriend that I am, I decided to accompany her on the little jaunt. My main reason for going? Two words: hotel sex. I mean, of course I'm excited to spend the weekend with Kat and all that jazz but I could really care less about the kid. Don't get me wrong, hope everything turns out wonderful and so on but I really don't like children which is likely to lead to issues down the road since Kat loves them.
In any event, it'll be nice to get out of Columbus for a few days and who can bitch about spending money on random shit they can't really afford to. Wait...I think I got that wrong.
In any event, it'll be nice to get out of Columbus for a few days and who can bitch about spending money on random shit they can't really afford to. Wait...I think I got that wrong.