.oz really is good. almost completely.
.waking up is the best part of the day even now, and as only the start of a stretching series of soft moments throughout the day. every day feels the same but it's good, can you believe that? like a long picnic or a dub love letter sandwich, ha
.the only unfortunate part right now is missing the chance to see Ryan, attend the wedding, and play board games at the old toad in warm company. argh
.j, like every other boy on the planet i've met, enjoys making fun of me in that slight, awkward way boys do with girls when both parties are somewhat straight. what can i say but the obvious, that it's, well, unsettling. ? weird? ah.

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a mailed time bomb or some festive correspondence? words like "darling" and ehrm, "love." why don't you laugh at it?

so: a mail bomb, or swooning friendship. i could go for either, both.