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i hate it when . . .
...written on 2003-07-02, @ 12:57 a.m.
they make you like cuddling.
*giggles*
and he still manages to come by and say a few things - eventhough he's over at his friend's house . . .
tee hee. what a sweetie.
so we've upgraded to holding hands, and hugging and *gasp!* even kissing in public!!! (no dorkass - none of that slobbering - tongue flashing - tonsil tickling shit okay?!)
in front of his friends.
*wince* mfngh. *nose scrunch*
*sigh*
stupid Crushboy. I hate it when you like them so much - they even make you like *the C word.*
drum roll - yes - i'll admit to it.
i've been cuddling after sex. *hangs head in shame*
oye ve. look what i've been reduced to?!?!!? a puddle of mushy girly giggliness. ARRRGGGHHH!?
worst part is?
i'm totally okay with it.
even worse still?
i think it was before i had to leave . . . and he just held me. and we just hugged. and he waited with me in line right up until it was imperative that i leave. (and of course he was a gentleman and carried my bag - i felt guilty - cuz it was so heavy, but he insisted - with one hand, the other holding mine.) and well . . . *gulp* yeah . . . you know it.
i don't have to say it.
funny tidbit :
Crushboy : So, do you want to get married?
Me : ................. (stares back.) ................(starts clawing at the car door ) GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
Crushboy : Just remember to roll when you're jumping out of a moving car!
Me : Right! Tuck and roll! Tuck and roll!
yeah, i like him lots. :)