I am not a forgiving person, oh please spare me the 'magnanimity is a virtue' backlash, I really couldn't care less.
Fucked up people deserve what they get, karma's the best bitch out there who proves that justice, even if only occasionally, does exist.
Haha. I gloat and rub my hands in glee over your unhappiness, know that? :D
Anyways,
the Boyfriend's in platoon J, and he very sweetly texted me 'J for Jovina!' and my acquaintance's man's in the same platoon, AND the same section as well. HAHA.
The bunch of us yak so much about our boys all the time that we wondered whether they actually know each other, and once or twice we hit jackpot and we get all giggly and excited about it. Some female hormone thing, no doubt.
We had our 1st year anniversary the day before he booked in. Here's a self amusement snippet to share,
'Baby can I have a Tiffany & Co. ring?' (Straight to the point, ask and you shall get says the Lord)
'Okay.'
'Huh. You're not even gonna ask how much it's gonna cost you?'
'What for? Knowing you it's bound to cost no less than a bomb in my pocket.'
HEHEHE. I love having a boyfriend that knows me so well.
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