Whoa Whoa What

This is happening much to fast for me. I apologize. Yes, my actions were deceiving. I know. But I did not know then. And every awkward thing that can happen between two people happened, and you didn't even realize it, which made it all the more awkward. Pardon me, but I can't. The obsessiveness is overwhelming.

My God, what a haul (with a side of bacon). I have not related any tales lately, but that is because there's some strange tale occurring at almost every moment, so it's difficult to find the time. What used to be a shock is now rather expected. 

Nights. And I felt way better. Perfect, in fact. Only you are capable of that. I don't even know why.

Indian adventure was so Indian. Beautiful. The food melted my troubles away and Bride and Prejudice convinced me that everyone in India breaks out in song and dance for no reason. Now I must go. 

Had Indian a second time on Father's birthday, also very good. Unfortunately resulted in sick the next day. It wasn't spoiled food or anything; I think I was just Indian'd out. I had a lot of Indian.

Monday sucky

Tuesday sucky

Wednesday shall not be sucky, I know it.

Today:

-comedy 

Tomorrow:

-not as good as Friday

Pizza

Oh yes. Pizza. Quite delicious, mostly because the cheese is so damn melted. It's getting all over my bed, but who cares? Nothing matters. An unexpected baby step. My brain clicked, the first "fuck it" of the year. So yes, I may be eating on my bed and drenching my pillow with pizza grease, but fuck it. Shit is going down.

What happened:

Friday: hairs cut

Saturday: See, here's

Sunday: photo shoot

Tomorrow:

-fuck it