Truth is Objective

Chad bought me a dog for our anniversary last month. We have been dating for five years. It seems so prosaic to be 23 and still calling him my boyfriend. Fiance would be quite nice, I dare say, a little more adult at the very least. I was worried about being able to take care of her since I'm so rarely at home, but everything has been fine. The weather has been warm, so I can leave her outside in my garden. It's small, but she is, too. I never really realized how lucky I was to have a flat with a garden until my coworkers started glaring at me when I mentioned it. My friend Emily said she'd been looking for a flat with a garden for coming on 3 years now.

Chad's father is a real estate investor. He bought this flat, and lets it to my flatmate and me for quite cheap.

Anyway, the dog's name is Charlotte. She's a West Highland White Terrior. She is the most adorable creature to ever walk the soils of Brittania.

Chad and I met at University. We were so young then. I moved from Surrey to attend King's College. Chad had always lived in London. I was so irrattionally intimidated when I met his family. They really are quite wealthy and I so country. Still, they are fond enough of me I believe. The first time I visited his parents' home, I stressed out the entire day about what to wear. My roommate, Catherine, finally intervened and let me borrow something. I was so paranoid. I had Mr. and Mrs. Vincent laughing all night. I was afraid they thought me simple, but Chad assures me to this day that I'm just that funny.........

My boss is pacing back and forth behind my desk. Quite possibly a cue for me to close this and start working on my next story, "ten undeniable reasons to avoid those Wellies knock-offs with bold prints."