What is in a label?

This whole "boyfriend' thing is hitting me completely differently than I thought it would.  Due to the fact that the T and I were basically a couple in pretty much every way except for title I figured nothing would really change after adding a label.  And though nothing really has changed (in 24 hours since having the conversation) I've been really giddy today.  In a way that I'm almost embarrassed to admit.  I think I told my coworkers about 20 times that I have a boyfriend. 

I was at work today, ringing up an order and I got the wooglies* while thinking about the shower sex that was had last night.  I haven't had wooglies in FOREVER.  Since I was last in a relationship.  I've actually kind of wondered about that over the years because I've had some amazing sex over the years and then when thinking about it... it's always a nice thought but no involuntary reactions.  Then, today, out of the blue... BAM (in a strictly non Emeril fashion) the wooglies hit.  Why?  Because we've labeled ourselves?  That sounds silly.  Whatever it is... the wooglies gotta keep up because they totally fucking rock!!

And now I need to go find music and jump in the shower because I have 20 minutes to take my weekly long-ass shower... which I've skipped two weeks in a row.  (I need to shave like a mutha fuckah.)

Oh yeah... it TOTALLY amazes me that my coworker, the 19 year old supervisor, has no period related crap that comes with her period..  She and I started on the same day (yesterday) and she's got no crazy mood swings or cramps or anything.  All last week I fucking hated everyone, yesterday I was convinced everyone hated me AND I'm more or less convinced that my uterus is going to fall out at some point because of the insanely bad cramps I've had today.  I hate her.  (Kidding.)

*What I mean by wooglies is when thinking about a sexual encounter you re-live a certain moment of it, whether it be a kiss, a touch, a look whatever and it transports you for a second back to that encounter.  You get that fluttery tummy/goose bumpy feeling.  It fucking rocks.