Lesson 18: Don't believe everything you read.

Dear Boyfriend
My blog is not the Bible.
I actually don't refer to you all the time.
I think you're pretty cool, especially when you let me sleep in and sit through 2 hours of "So You Think You Can Dance" every Wednesday night.
Or when during finals I scream in a psycho-fanatic state about the floor needing to be swept, and you just blink, let me rage, then sweep the floor and fold my laundry.
I love you, even when you keep me up the night before my final with your gawd-awful snoring.
Read this like everyone else: as a joke, something that's funny.
Love,
Me