she gets me.

we can tallk about work,
bikini waxes,
feeling sad,
the challenge of laundry (spec. getting it folded),
music,
wanting to lose weight,
wanting to ram our cars into others,
and our crazy obsession with taking care others and how horribly uncomfortable we are to talk about ourselves for very long.
she has one cute boy whom i could eat up (he is strikingly adorable)
and she still is sensitive enough to know that i dont have a child
and doesnt make me feel like an alien for it.
mostly... she carries full acceptance of me. even the rough parts.
and she even drops the "f-bomb" as much as i do...

thanks danielle ~