so. there comes a point in any relationship where you've gotta figure stuff out. and it's called a dtr. and sometimes, if you're lucky, they go better than expected. especially when you weren't really ready for one and might not be saying what the other person wants you to. in my case, I'm not sure what he wanted me to say. I think he just wanted me to be honest, which is the best possible way that situation could go. And I was honest, and he was okay with what I had to say.
and this makes carrie happy.
also, making carrie happy?
chicken tortilla soup.
amish friendship bread.
my kittens.
talking to renee, betsy, susan and jessica today (in chronological order).
emails from jackie.
the pun of the day.
the fact that goodsearch now lets you look for images.
and that I no longer look like this. yikes.
mmmm. bedtime. I went to bed waaaaaaay too late last night. and I'm totally okay with that. :)
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I guess mid-week talks with Turner don't amount for shit huh?
um, no. not the case. and also, what???
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