is it safe to say i'm smitten?
baby, i'm in deep smit.
i have spent the majority of my day dragging my feet out of tiredness.
but that good kind of tiredness.
the kind that makes you smile while you sleep.
i had spent the entirety of last night with emily.
"talking?"
"sure. i mean, our lips were moving the whole time."
and just when i thought this couldnt get any better, she hits me with:
"just say you like comic books, you do like comic books, right?"
"your the perfect woman" i said, inbetween kisses and sighs of deep content.
it would seem that this nerd has just won the lottery of love.
5:02 p.m. - 2004-09-17
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