Jefferson's, Girlfriend and Poopin

This weekend was great.

For One: Jefferson's on TV Land Marathon. It is so cool. I have to say I enjoy randomly watching the Jefferson any time during the day. It is a good show.

Two: Mexican food. I have had so much food this weekend, a good deal of it being of a hispanic or mexican persuasion. Good stuff. I really really enjoyed it. Except that it made me sick. I pooped a good deal, a lot. Oh and the gas is BAD!! I mean just ask Russell or Chelsea they had to experience my gas first hand.

Three: My girlfriend, she's the best. I've been spending a lot of time with her. I love spending time with her. I love her. We went out and spent so much time together. It was great. Russell, however was very disgusted because we were "mashing faces" at the apartment. I of course like kissing Chelsea.

-Ben-

Also on personal note: God, if you read blogs, please let Chelsea's evil grandmother die quickly and maybe painfully. Of course, Satan, I know you're all over the web, if you're reading this we'll take your work too. We just HATE that evil bitch. We want her dead. Now look, this may seem harsh, but if you've ever met this horrible women you'd want her dead too, or maybe brain dead. So in conclusion, burn the bitch. Also Chelsea if this is too much tell me and I'll edit it.

Why I told her how I felt about her!

Well, my girlfriend Chelsea, kept asking me what why I finally told her how I felt about her, after well, not telling her for the longest time. I figure, what better way to tell her than on a public spot on the web for everyone to see.

First, I give a good deal of credit for the timing to my Roommate Russell and friend Amber. All their taunts and pushes and suggestive comments had become too much. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell Chelsea how I felt, but I wanted to tell her at what I felt was maybe a more appropriate time. Not that I didn't mind doing it when I did. I was trying to do something special and romantic. Instead it ended up being abrupt and anything but romantic.

Second, I had strong feelings for Chelsea my first year, but didn't know if I should follow through with them. I mean I had never been in a relationship with anyway and the thought honestly scared me. Of course, I wasn't afraid of Chelsea, but more the possibility of rejection. Though never having been rejected I don't know why I was afraid.

Really I just wanted to tell her, because if I didn't I thought I would be making the biggest mistake of my life. Now I am quite possibly the happiest man on the planet. I have a beautiful, wonderful girlfriend.