Conversations with Rachael

This is a blog about all that I love

Fuck money

All this stress is going to kill me. Why did I rush this? Never again

Your favorite spot

Your laying in my arms right now and falling asleep to the new Justin timberlake album. Your so beautiful. I don’t know how long it’s been since we have seen each other but I just can’t stop looking into your eyes and taking in everything that is you.

I’m reading your blog and your last post has me so excited and happy. I want nothing more than to make everything you dream to come true.

Your the greatest girlfriend I could have ever asked for and came into my life at a time when I needed you most. You may not know that but it’s true. I have been pushed to be better and do more unselfish acts.

I feel I am becoming a better person and more of a person I want to be.


Finally I have a hair cut that I love. It’s been months in the making but I believe my barber and I have done our best work. I just need to keep it this way.

The feeling of waking up and looking sexy is one that never gets old. I just want to walk about and show it off.

The fact that I can wear my glasses with it and look good is a major plus. Now I feel like they not only fit my face but my look as well.

I just want to feel confident and look the best I can for my love. I know I days when I don’t and I feel bad because I want her to have the best of everything. I want her to look at me and see me at the best I can be.

Monique is truly someone who has made me change the way I see life. I’m happy now. She makes me want to better myself. I just want to work my ass off to be the best guy for her that I can be.


Going back home feels strange now. I don’t feel like I belong there it’s crazy. It’s only been 2 weeks if that but it feels longer. It feels as if I am not allowed to do or touch anything even though that’s not the case.

When I walked in it looked the same. It smelt the same and everyone was as I left them. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong there. It was sad knowing that I couldn’t just walk to the back of the house to my room and retire for the night. To do that I had to drive to my place and enter my empty apartment and play video games or watch a movie to keep me from going crazy.

I miss them greatly and just keep thinking what is it about living on my own that I was so excited about?

Because as of now I just want to go back. I don’t like this.