Last night I went to Puffin's with the intention of not being a girlfriend anymore. He knows that. I told him. There was screaming and yelling and just all around rage. But then he made me a grilled cheese sandwich. I consider it the Grilled Cheese of Peace. Now it is SO back on. I'm a cheese whore. It's my weakness. And I love that fool. I also appreciate that he can't change over night but promised he'd try to make all the necessary changes in order to NOT be a jerkoff and treat me better cause I'm a catch. I could have let go but I didn't. I just have too much fun. It outweights the icky nasties. Life isn't perfect.

But it was a damn good sandwich.