Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go?

I seriously become more and more in love with Carrie Underwood every time I hear one of her songs. Especially this one.

Point of the blog: I've officially hit crazy. I don't even know why it's necessary, but I have. And I hate it. If I say/do anything unexpectingly, or unusual, just write it off that I have a case of the crazies.

Also, I miss Robyn.
That is all.

And silence.

This is just something we're not going to talk about. Okay? Okay, cool.

In other news, the pressure is higher than it should be. Only by like, 1.0 or something though. Not that anyone cares.
There are also cows all over my front lawn. I'm not sure who put them there.

I need you, baby, looking just like that

I am so, so glad that I'm able to spend time with you again. And even though the suspense is killing me, and I really want to know what this all is, I love it when you plan surprises for me.
You really are the best.