No, I’m not dead (sorry to disappoint anyone?), I just spent the last week with my boyfriend and, well, who wants to write blog posts when you can do stuff with your boyfriend instead? And by ‘stuff’ I mean movies, cooking, walking and swimming. I bet you thought I was being rude… Shame on you…

Now he’s gone home however, so I shall pay attention to blogging again.

Don’t you hate people like that, though? You know the ones: they’re involved with their friends, family, and activities until they get a boy- or girlfriend, and then they pretty much disappear off the face of the planet. You don’t hear from them again until a) their significant other goes away, b) they have a fight with their significant other, or c) they break up with/get dumped by their significant other. Doesn’t it make you want to pull their hair out and yell at them, or something?

I will not be one of those annoying people who abandons everything for her boyfriend. I promise! Just this last week was the exception because I was also bombarded with an awful Women’s Issue in which I felt as though my uterus was going to climb out of my abdomen and eat the nearest person (which consequently would have been my boyfriend). Not exactly conducive to writing, I tell you.