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Friday, March 30, 2007

YAY!

Seriously, 12 hours of not being able to reach you while you were on the job freaked me out.
I thought you were burnt/trapped or whatever dramatic and crazy things that happens to firemen. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

BUT all that aside I'm still glad that you were mine from the point you knocked off yesterday till this moment you're still next to me as I'm blogging.

I love it that you're the last thing I see before I sleep and first thing I see when I wake up in the morning. (wriggles under your covers)

Stay the night, again?

Anyways I find it sweet how you're adapting to so many changes in your life at my expense. I really am touched by all the effort you put into this relationship like how you don't mind learning all this weird things with my family.

Really, I appreciate you for this.


LOVE YA. (although you look pretty constipated here.)

5:19 pm


Do you wannabe a superstar?