It has finally happened.
Some dear charmer has stolen that achy muscle that is seated between my lungs.

He is wonderful, more so than anyone could ever know.

I have yet to used the 'B' word yet though, there seems too much stigma, and unhappiness for me in that word.

Lover, Significant Other...

Any other word will do, but not that one. Not quite yet. It is so easy to use it for others, but when considering yourself, I dunno....
It's seems foreign.

I hope we're not moving too fast, we've only been seeing each other for just under three weeks now, but either way, I feel so unnervingly comfortable around him.

He just...
fits?

Like a good sweater, that perfect shirt.



I never knew being happy could feel so good. What did I do to deserve someone like him?
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So VD day does it again...


The damn day is cursed I tell you, no word of a lie. I mean to go from eating happy nachos with your bestest best lover of all time...
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To sitting at home dolled up, and dressed to kill... alone.... counting the minutes on the face of not your valentine, but the clock....
and even shedding one lonely tear-dragging your feeble attempt at feel good make-up, down a blackened track down your face...

It makes me think that holidays like VDay should be vanquished. Because, all it really does is get the hopes of women everywhere to fly loftly, that maybe their man cares enough to surprise them with a girly night of fake emotion.
And for men, all it does it create rediculous set standards that very few can actually make work...

Ban the Fairy in the Diaper.

My evening was good. I was surprised at the thoughtfulness of my gift... he actually remembered. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard. It actually made me really happy.

And I hope he wasn't creeped out by my gift... I mean.

Bah...

I just like him too much.

So-oh-oh.

Boys in suits, love-lust shoulder blades, and feelings of self-mutilated wonder...

Where does this leave me?

In a pretty neat relationship, with a rad boy who continously surprises me.


Speak of the devil, the devil is at my door.
Llama... I'll come see you super soon!!

This silly love-struck lass is out. Out the door.
Montreal SOON!
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It's reading week. So for the last couple days I've been doing nothing, living the vida loca, the university students dream.

Hawker totally wants to binge tonight, we'll have to see how life turns to see if it'll work. I want to go out, but I'm broke and I don't want to rack up my Visa too high. This Montreal trip is becoming a little stressful. For both parties.

The last bit of planning that is involved in our Montreal escape is maybe going to fall into place today, if Nellus decides to grace me with her stunning intellect today. We need to get our tickets in place seriously like two weeks ago. I am starting be get nervous that this trip is goingt o fall through... like every other god damned trip.

!BUT!

I am so hyped.
And those simple words last night made me melt. (and you almost could've changed my mind, if you'd asked me to not)

...

There aren't words that describe this stupid complex that is me, because of him.
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What a wasted day.

I've done shit, and not even got dressed yet. For shame.

I had two things to accomplish today...
...did shit all.

But I am pretty damn happy doing shit-all.


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