Relationships are like newspapers. At the beginning they are full of exciting stories, some tragic but nonetheless they intrigue you so much that you have to keep reading. And then there’s all this blah stuff. Some parts are interesting and some parts are just “normal”. Then you hit the obituaries and things start dying but you’re still there. And then the newspaper is over and the end.
i just burned 1200 calories (i forgot the pizza in the oven)