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hesperornis ([personal profile] hesperornis) wrote2004-11-22 10:25 pm
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Why I love my Kansas Boy

Chris came in to see how I was doing on my paper this evening. He was saying something as he walked in, but he abruptly interrupted himself, took a good hard look at me, and said "My God, you're gorgeous!"

What I thought: Dude, I'm in jeans and an old t-shirt, my hair is a mess, I'm PMS-ing and my face is breaking out, I'm working on a paper that's massively stressing me out, and I'm therefore stress-snacking on cheese and chocolate and dry cereal. I'm covered in crumbs and I think there's a smear of chocolate on my face.

What I said: I love you, you big goofball. *grins*

_And_ he's going to hang out and help me stay awake tonight. He has a test to study for, so he'll be busy too, but he's always happy to give a shoulder rub when it's needed. *grins more*

Oh, and he brought me a brownie. *great quantities of grinning*

I have decided that "Plainville" sounds very much like "Smallville," also purportedly in Kansas. I bet Chris goes and leaps tall buildings in single bounds while I'm not looking. :-)

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