it's snowing.
turn your clocks back.
happy halloween.
all in that order.

i'm falling for him.
and his colloquial use of
sweet tea and toboggans.
all is well.

wow. hmm. everything is a-okay. for once.
except the weather. i hate this weather.
feck you new england weather.

i'd like to cut ten in the next six weeks.
five for every three weeks. it's doable.
hmm. fuck it. i am so doing it.

ok we're official now.
so much for that last entry.

not official.
not rushing.
god i love it.

not thinking, allowing things to progress quickly, and being rather impulsive has made me a mess. over-analyzation has not helped either. be real. that's what i should be doing.

what have i become?

we went out for coffee on sunday night.
he walked me back home again.
three day rule. i'll call tomorrow.

i met a boy last night.

i'm still a bit of a mess, but i guess i'm just trying, like really trying, to live one day at a time. i'd be really happy if he came to visit in two weeks, but nothing is ever a guarantee. even if he did come, it wouldn't be for all that long. and once he left, i'd probably be pining, ever so pathetically ( Read more... )