- Firstly, I'm back from Louisville. I went there to help run a conference for my job. It went extremely well and I'm more pumped than ever to be in the job field that I'm currently in, granted there were 15 hour workdays and I'm still not caught up on sleep... especially after last night.
- The guy I wrote to last week wrote me back the day after. He said that he thought we'd really get along too, but he was in a relationship already. It made me sad, but it didn't hurt to ask. It also made me wonder if I had written him a day, week, or month earlier like I had wanted to, would the answer had been different?
- Last night I got a mad ass make out session. It was really nice and I will perhaps explain the situation a bit later. This morning, after dropping him off at his car, I went up to my bathroom to prepare for bed and I happened to glance in the mirror... only to find a hickey the size of New Jersey (or two golf balls) on the part of my body where my shoulder meets my neck. I guess the 90s are back in style, but do we really have to bring 9th grade back? I'm just happy that it's on a part of my neck that I can easily cover with higher necked t-shirts.
P.S. Just to play it safe, none of these are an April Fool's joke.
UPDATE: According to NotMiranda, the guy from #3 apparently has a hickey of his own...