See if you guys can wrap your heads around this.

Today is me + guy’s determined one year anniversary. I say “determined” because neither of us can remember what our first date was, or what we did. (Stoners.) Now, I wasn’t really going to do the whole gift thing, partially because I’m broke and partially because I just didn’t think I had to. Anyway, yesterday I got the inkling that he might have gotten me Season 3 of I Love Lucy, the season that I’m missing on DVD. So I was like FUUUUCCCCCK, took off work early, and wracked my frazzled brain for a present. I’ll post pictures after they’ve been gifted off.

This morning, I told him I had not brought the gifts with me and that I’ll give them to him tonight. Turns out he didn’t do anything/get anything, like I had originally thought was okay. Soooo… yeah.

So I go home, have breakfast, and I get a delivery of flowers. No return address, no card, no name, no nothing, but I was certain it was from him. I thought that he had just TOLD me that he didn’t get me anything so that I would be more surprised. All happy-like, I call him to thank him, and he tells me they’re not from him. WHAT. THE. FUCK. I thought he was just messing with me since he was being really hesitant and telling me that he sent them, and then that he didn’t, but then said he definitely hadn’t sent them. I’m about to call the flower company and see who did. I have an inkling that it’s a ex since very few people know my address, and he’s really the only one that has sent me things in the mail since he travels so much.

My brain hurts. Too much activity too early. I’ve gone from disappointed to happy to confused, back to disappointed while still a little confused. Now I’m watching I Love Lucy and slightly stoned so I’m just happy now.