Like, for me, this is what defines the term "in love."
i just discovered Ben Folds. I'm not kidding- I am in love. I haven't been this in love since I saw Cold Mountain two weeks ago and the director shot Jude Law tearfully monologue-ing in a horizontal position.
But now it's all about sound. I'm, I'm so in love I don't know what to do with myself.
I really felt sad that he wasn't mine, like the same way I do when a real person doesn't love me back, until I figured out that he's 38, then I felt better.
But anyway- the most beautiful love song ever written- I was listening to it on the way to St. Louis yesterday and thinking about the guy I met at the corner pocket. he's been calling and emailing me and i feel a little butterfly-y, and he is taking me out to dinner tomorrow night. I have a very good feeling about this.
oh yeah, I almost died this morning on 55. I don't really feel like writing about it though, since "i almost died" stories are for the most part totally boring.
poll: do you think roommates should read each other's innermost thoughts? I'm thinking of stopping reading Justin's diary (hint hint nudge nudge)
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