Best Compliment Ever

So, my boyfriend comes over this morning cause he's been surfing and wants to use my shower. I've been awake for, oh, about ever, and I've been painting in the upstairs. We have breakfast later, like usual, but anyway. He comes upstairs, looks at me, and says "who are you supposed to be, James Dean?"

Best. Fucking. Compliment. Ever.

Seriously. Way to my heart, directly to my heart.

I was wearing a white tshirt and old jeans, since, you know, I was painting, and my hair was wet and pulled back, cause I took a shower this morning, and I had a cigarette behind my ear. Guess this makes me look like Jimmy Dean?

Well... rock on, then.