A sad day for hockey, for bruins fans, and most importantly, me. My beloved Bergy is retiring. It makes me even sadder how the 2023 season ended.
How can I watch hockey without Bergeron?
There is no one to replace him. On the team. Or in my heart.
Always, Patrice. Always.
I saw Oppenheimer. I did not see Barbie. I liked Oppenheimer. I am seeing Barbie this coming weekend. Christopher Nolan has redeemed himself after tenet. Fuck that movie.
FYI: Taylor swift show was unbelievable and amazing and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I would go to her show again in a heartbeat. The little girls belting out every single song without rest or worry was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. These swift fans are truly bananas, but also they are sweet, harmless and so happy.
Ginger laid in bed with my this morning which she does not do often. I tried to get a picture with her. It did not go well.
And of course, I’m still real sweet on my guy. I do feel more for him than he does for me. Which is fine. Because when he tells me things like this, my joy is radiant and burns inside my soul forever:
We are better together.
He sees in me something special, something no one else sees. Has any man ever truly loved me? The real me? The real christa? Maybe Simon, but maybe not. There has been no man, no boy, no lover, no partner, to ever call me magical, to actually mean it, to want it and need it.
I am often confused by him, by his signals and his behavior. But he’s still here. He’s still dating me. So I’ll just keep trucking along till something changes.
There is one particular outfit that seems to work every time I wear it. It’s like Rachael’s cheerleading uniform in that one episode with JOSH-U-A. But I can’t wear it all the time! I need to find another sexy outfit. This one is just really good what can I say.
Bergy: always. Erik: always. Ginger: always. Insomnia: always.
