Skip is now snoring, drunkenly in my bed. This is my first contribution to My Life With Skip. I like the idea, and I like where the blog is now going. I understand the intentions of this blog. I feel that I am now able to contribute to a positive and healthy blog rather than one that was satirical.
I'm not sure how much info Skip wants me to say. I know that he's been ridiculed his entire life just because of his vision. He was born with horrible eyesight, and not even contacts will help him. Same with most forms of lasik surgery. So he's used to being made fun of, and it still hurts him. Something I'm trying to help with.
The Skip everyone is writing about is a completely different Skip than the one I met. He has grown, he is maturing, and a lot of patience is needed from me with someone as amazing as he is. They always say that geniuses are the worst to deal with.
That's right. I think the absolute love of my life is fucking brilliant. It might be safe in some groups to say that he's a fucking genius. I believe this, and I believe in him and his skills.
I love him so much I cry sometimes while speaking about him. I am such a pain in the ass, and he loves me. He takes care of me just as much as I take care of him. We're both hot messes on a Sunday afternoon, but we seem to complete each other. We're disgustingly gross. =]
Skip keeps my inner child alive. I am sometimes so serious, that it squashes that inner child voice within me. Skip feeds her, and keeps that pixie alive and kicking. In return, I try to help Skip along his own bumpy path of inner growth. It's happening. I promise you.
I think that after staying up all night, the both of us deserve to sleep early tonight. I have agreed to add an hour to my shift tomorrow, so I should set alarms and sleep accordingly.
I apologize in advance if my alarm annoys anyone here. It generally wakes me up, as does the phone in my room. Spamming it will wake me as well. hahahaha
I truly love everyone here, and I hope that all friendships can be saved through My Life With Skip.
Love,
Felicious
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