well i'll start this off on a good note. yesterday was me and dylan's 2 month anniversary i guess you would call it. im not sure if anniversary is the right term now but i cant think of one better so i'll use that. regardless, that was yesterday. we didnt do anything but he came over and we watched tv together. my name is earl to be specific and then commander in cheif which if you havent seen either you are definately missing out. that was nice. seems the more i see him the more i miss him. funny how that works. i cant beleive its already been 2 months. theyve just flown by so fast. but i couldnt be happier. this is the best relationship i think ive ever had. better comparitively at this point than my last 2 anyhow. not one fight or arguement or anything. we are so much alike its weird. we have the same taste in pretty much everything, tv, music, politics, etc. its amazing we havent met before now. course i guess if we had our relationship wouldnt be what it is now, so im thankful things turned out the way they have. anyhow, without sounding too gushy i like him. alot. im falling big time for him and im really happy to know that we are on the same page as far as that goes. so now on to the shitty part. my car got broken into today at work. right in the middle of the fucking parking lot in broad daylight. how does that happen. they smashed my front passenger window to fucking pieces all for nothing. and i mean nothing. they didnt take shit. my purse was with me inside so that was fine obviousely, and they flipped through my cds but didnt take a single one which is a good thing too. i had my young ones dvds and the new cds dylan made me in there which i wouldve been heartbroken to lose. so i guess i got off lucky since they stole another woman's car. there were 2 witnesses and they had already caught the 2 guys that did it by the time i even found out that anything had happened. i feel better knowing that they cant do that to anybody else. what still bugs me though is why my car? i work at preston and beltline which if youre not familiar with north dallas is a pretty wealthy area of town. there are lexuses, bmws, fucking hummers in the parking lot and they break into my piece of shit escort with dents, dirt and stickers all over it. make sense? not to me. well i suppose they wanted to keep a low profile but still. another shitty part of my day...i have gotten way way way behind on my homework for class. i have a midterm on monday that i have to study and write a 2 page essay for, plus a film analysis, plus a literary analysis, plus a class reveiw paper, plus i have to research and write about 5 worlwide ethnic conflicts. its a politics of peace class. my god thats alot of writing. but if i space it out it shouldnt be that bad. i hope. i just need to get started asap if i plan on getting it all done this weekend. it does help that i can do most of it at work though. oh! and one good thing i forgot to mention...last weekend i found my fucking hoodie!!! i lost it for like 2 weeks and freaked out. but somehow it ended up in the back of garett's brand new car. how i have no fucking clue considering ive been over to his house maybe 4 times and have never even seen his new car. and the last place i thought i left it was in the back of shea's car. so weird. it found its way back to me i suppose. but garett broke my cycle damnit. ive never actually washed it. ive left it at 2 people's houses and both of them have washed it for me. course i dont know if garett washes his own clothes let alone mine. just kidding.