so i have a date this weekend. let's hope it goes as planned.

only i have no idea where to take her after dinner. i was thinking the hideaway in st. pete for a bit but... i'm not sure.

:(

so i balls-ed up and officially asked her out last night.

looks like i've got myself a date next weekend :)

so i called gabby earlier in an attempt to lessen the awkwardness from our near death encounter (she was grumpy and i swear she almost took my head off last night) and she answers the phone and says..

"happy 6 year anniversary"

i don't know what shocked me more; that she remembered, or that she actually said it.

don't hate me...

i honestly don't know why i can't be civil to you.

on a happier note...

football season's offically off the fucking charts. i'm hoping to make it to the georgia vs. florida football game in jacksonville this year. possibly a mini-road trip.

any takers?

So I haven't written in this journal in almost a year. It's strange to even try ( Read more... )

I'm sitting alone in my room in nothing but a towel, contemplating calling her, and suddenly it hits me.

I'm scared. I'm scared of hearing "We aren't going to work out." Or, rather, hearing nothing at all. I'm not so sure that I've ever been here before. I've just always thrown myself into everything with my head turned away, never fearing any ( Read more... )

I'm finally doing what I've needed to do for so long now.

Fuck goodbyes, I'm just going to leave you hanging.

P.S. Gabby called me yesterday (?)