Fast forward two weeks, Matt and I are going strong, and tomorrow morning we leave for Los Angelese! Life could not be better!
Matt is currently at my house, helping me pack. What! I've never been travelling before, I'd have no idea how to pack a suitcase. He's already made me take out 30 pairs of underwear but like what if I pee myself 29 times and I need that last pair? Asshole.
"We're only going for the weekend Yolly you do not need ten pairs of shoes". Look at us! all cute and fighting like a married couple 😜
"Fine" I groan, taking out two pairs of the eight, "I'll sacrifice my Galaxy crocs and galaxy heelys".
Matt starts chucking out other pairs of shoes to condense it down to three pairs, "Babe, you will only need a pair of sneakers, flip flops and slides... also is everything you own Galaxy?. Not judging just wondering".
Btw these are the shoes that survived Matt's bullshit:
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They're fire right?
"Yes, Matthew. 90% of my closet is Galaxy because it makes me feel alive" I explain to him, folding up my Galaxy knee high dress with grumpy cat embodied on the skirt into my suitcase. I felt the original skirt was plain and needed a quirky touch, so I embroidered a patch into it.
I can tell Matt is judging by the way his expression is expressed, but all couples have their problems! Ours is my Galaxy obsession, clearly. I think it's pretty harmless.
