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Guess who is walking like they rode a horse all weekend?

Nick got back from the desert in one piece, pancreas still functioning, and he brought me a bouquet of flowers that he picked from the desert. I was blown away. No one has ever brought me flowers for no reason, let alone flowers they picked, let alone flowers they picked when they were surrounded by 10 other sweaty mountain men. I think the boy loves me deep down I was so shocked at first I thought he had picked them for himself and was just showing them to me. But he was like "No, I thought of you and how you were all alone at my house and blah blah..." Yes I am still shocked.

Yesterday we went on a semi-good one. Although neither of us are supposed to drink we went out for beers at 11 a.m. and ended up with chinese food and a 20 pack at his house. Passed out super early after a sexathon that ended up with our dogs thinking Nick was trying to hurt me and barking their damn heads off at him. Why we didn't kick them out of the room is beyond me. They're probably scarred for life now.

I am in the process of getting a few more clients, scheduling what will hopefully be the final inking date this week or next, and trying to lose a few pounds because I feel like a moo since I got really bored while Nick was away and made cheesecake, and, well, half of it is gone thanks to me and my no self-control. Other than that, nothing is new, I'm just kinda sad to be home. But, that is nothing some retail therapy with my gfs tomorrow will not fix. So woo. I'm back. Tell me about yourselves because I'm sure I missed some good stuff

xoxo