On the ropes.

But I'm still fighting.

He's so silly, asked me what I was doing this evening and then asked me out to the movies. As if I could really go. It's too bad I can't. I'd probably have a good time.

Maybe does like me a little.

I'm just glad he hasn't asked what I look like yet. I think that'll be the most nerve wrecking time in my life. That point where I'm forced to give up the picture and wait for his reaction. Lawd, I don't think I'll live through that. Hopefully he'll just wait it out until either he gets out here in March, or I get out there in July. It'll definitely give me more time to build my self-esteem. I just feel so not-cute though. Oh well, I guess he'll think whatever he will. I can't do anything about it, just be glad he hasn't put me on front street yet asking for a picture.

He's got excellent music tastes. Had me buy Tee.dra Mo.ses, and it's definitely a good purchase. Only thing is, now the songs will have his damn face all in them. No. Fuckin. Escape.

Well lemme get some ice cream. That always helps.