"JustTrina"

So....I started to watch the debate last night (and this morning). All I can say is the first time, I opted to watch a TiVo'd episode of Robot Chicken. The second time, I fell asleep. Maybe it's because I've already made my choice.

In celebration of Justin's birthday, the usual suspects headed out for a night of fun filled adventures. Below's a breakdown of our activities (there's a story in here, don't worry), I think you'll enjoy. If not, at least I have it documented. OVERALL GOAL FOR THE NIGHT: F.U.B.A.R Desintation #1: Fellini's Goal: Pizza & beer We went dutch at Fellini's, which was my only true participation in the evening's shenanigans. I enjoyed my spinach calzone and Blue Moon with orange and was ready to head home. Justin offered to pay my way in to destination #2, so I agreed and went so far as to promise a drink for drink match up to attain the evening's overall goal. Destination #2: The Punchline Goal: Laughs & alcohol Justin and I are HUGE fans of the show Reno: 911!! as I'm sure many of you are. Jim Schubert, a comedian on the show, was performing at The Punchline Saturday night, that's where we headed. Since Justin was paying my way, I was sup...

I've loved him for years...and this will play at our wedding. 'Nuff said.

Some longtime readers know the battle I've had with my feelings for Jeff, but I can assure you, I've never been more absolute in my intentions. I don't shy away from how I feel anymore, I simply live with them. I've f's things up in the past and hurt the very last person on Earth I wanted to hurt, and I have to deal with that. Idle apologies and declarations of love won't get me anywhere on this one. So, yes, I love Jeff. I don't think I've ever swayed on THAT point, it is what it is. Being in love with him comes in waves, as he lives 700 miles away and I rarely speak to him besides the occasional text or phone call. And, more likely than not, he's the one I will marry and make babies with. I get that, and I'm comfortable with it. But you may find yourself wondering why. I'll tell you. It's always been Jeff. Jeff who loved me (he may not admit that, but I know) when I was fat (ter). Jeff who prefers my glasses to my contacts, J...

I think I did a bad thing this morning. And yes, it is only 6:57am. Even I can f things up before the sun rises. I've been thinking about Jeff for the past few days, so much so that I was losing sleep. So I texted him. If you know me, you know my phone broke and I lost all my numbers. I only remember 10, and he was one of them. That means something, because I have over 350 ACTUAL contacts in my phone. The text wasn't too involved, just a "hope all is well" kind of deal. No sweeping declarations of love, no apologies about being a bad friend, nothing. Just "what's up." Then it got a little more involved and I ended up hitting on him. Which brings me to this conclusion: I'm going to sleep with the love of my life. And yes, that means Jeff. True to full Ross and Rachel form, we've done the "will they, won't they" thing, the "we tried, but it didn't work out" thing and the "date other people" thing. ...