impromptu date attack! a series of casual sms(s)led to a full blown wonder evening -
bus trip on 33 together to anchorpoint where we had pizza and hugs and hugs and hot dog (you) and soft serve ice cream (me) from ikea and we used the wrapping service to wrap the light bulb and photo albums we had to get for my sisters as an errand, haha and we gossiped abit (gasp!) and decided my head was just the right height and size to cradle under his head when i lean in. what a wonderful theory.

my braces are killing me. i have knives in my mouth. i can't eat meat properly. what's a carnivore to do??? [ah huh, the secret goal to melting flab is to be denied glorious carbohydrates and lovely chunks of meat - i'm a milo queen these days]