My young, male boss cracks me up sometimes. He is inlove with Taylor Swift and plays her music on repeat at work, so I have accidentally let a few songs slip into my head. He is actually headed to the Taylor Swift concert, somewhere, tomorrow. Its for his birthday, so I am ‘in charge until Tuesday.

I have been having a pretty rough time lately, extreme stomach pain and such. I have appointments lined up through the end of the year so that doctors can tell me what’s wrong with me.

This song makes me think about one of the last serious conversations that we had over text. It seems like forever ago.

She said that she regrets decisions that she had made. I didn’t ask questions but I drew my own conclusions as to what she meant.

I don’t remember what I said that day, but I remember how nervous I was as I said them, and I knew better.

So every 80 songs or less.. I get reminded of that day but a lady that he calls T. Swizzy, completely joking but enough that he’s serious.