...monday evening, and I really need to see you.

But you're afraid

Of something different;

I'm afraid

This could be perfect.

*

Now I'm hoping you love me,

And I'm thinking it

Might be my turn,

I think you're perfect,

Almost perfect,

And maybe I might love you.

*

Don't be afraid

Of something different;

I think

This might be perfect.

-- Jeremy Ashida; Only If.

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ME: *walks out of English class, drink in hand*

WE: *talk*

ME: *laughs, almost dropping drink; drink spills a little* Dude. See!

YOU: Not my fault. *faking hurt*

ME: *thinks* Oh, darling, you're so cute, marry me already.

*

Today was good. Except for getting a whacking from Mina (who will kill me, seriously, why are you laughing, she will kill me; hah!), which made my shoulder hurt up till now. Woman's fucking scary, okay, don't mess with her. :)

What else to say?

My day had lots of Chewable in it today. Ohdearlord, there is someone up there who knows I'm doing my MDM homework and thinks I'm a good kid who deserves rewarding.

Fire drill sucked; I should've gone to Pink with Aruna. Le sigh.

Okay, more tomorrow, if I feel like it.

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And do you know what? Our babies would be the cutest-ever Indian-Portuguese-Iranian little things. With the Chewable-ness.

*thinks, smiles*

Awh, hell yeah.