Jeez. I was sitting outside today smoking and this guy walked by and annoyed me so greatly. His pants were pulled way below his ass, and here I am thinking, what's the point of even wearing pants if your ass is gonna be hanging out? GRRRR. I wanted to just kick him.

My Dan almost spent the night tonight. And I wanted him too so much. But me being dumb and the ruiner of perfect moments sent him home at 3am in the rain. To me, sleeping together...just the act of sleep...its a big deal. It felt so nice and perfect lying in his arms, but I couldn't handle the morning. I know myself. And it seems insane now, writing this, but its me--insane.

After he left, I could still feel him hugging me. A phantom Dan. WOOHOO!!!

Oh my, I shouldn't write my journal at 4 in the morning. No.