So Re-Boyfriend left about a week ago for work. I didn't say anything because who wanted to talk about missing him? Not me. I was too busy falling into a spiral of reality television and toaster waffles while slowly transforming my apartment into one gigantic closet by leaving clothes in unlikely places.

This helped me realize something important. I had believed myself to be growing up and maturing this past year, but really I had just been reigning in my bad habits so as not to completely scare off Re-Boyfriend.

Anyway, Re-Boyfriend gets back Sunday. Thoughts:

1. I'm excited
2. PRESENTS

These thoughts are not unrelated.

We both know that the present-giving in my relationship has turned into a most random/least useful competition. At least, I know it. I think Re-Boyfriend might believe that each gift he gives me is the one item that will break the pattern. Then I see it and start laughing. (I would feel mean about this, but if you haven't read my archives just search "boyfriend" and "present"--you will understand.)

I cannot WAIT to see what the present is. At this point I would feel let down if he got me anything normal.