It’s weird to be so heartbroken about some things and so lovestruck and happy about other stuff.
And moving.
Holy shit, I am exhausted.
My dad is doing awesome. My boyfriend is the cutest. My dad is moving to rehabilitation on Sunday. My boyfriend is building him a wheelchair ramp for the garage.
Last night he told me that he bought a board game at a flea market. “I have no idea what this is, but I thought it would make you laugh.” It was Dreamphone! HELL YES!! I shrieked when I saw it. I don’t think he expected me to love it so much unironically. I used to beg my parents for this game:
Tomorrow I move all my stuff for the official first night as South City Folk. Then I’m smuggling a hot dog into the hospital for Daddio. Then my boyfriend is making me BLTs. I will probably fall asleep in the treehouse, so my first night will probably really be Sunday.
I miss my friends but I like focusing all my attention on my two main dudes. And my mom.
And your mom.
Secretly Stephie 
OMG Dreamphone.
Haha we have been on a BLT kick over here at Bauhaus. I went grocery shopping and only bought ingredients for BLTs. 2 meals in a row so far.
Yum! I want a BLT at Bauhaus. Next summer before Twin Peaks Fest?
He’s really obsessed with homegrown Indiana tomatoes and I think he gets on a BLT kick every time he returns home from a visit.
I don’t even…I mean, oh my god. Really, we’re all right, it’s either going to be a skin coat or the greatest relationship EVAR. Plus I vaguely remember Dreamphone. I think my sister asked for it and got the more budget-friendly Girl Talk game instead.
unironically, huh?