Gulp. So, get this. Tonight? I'm going to the boy's house. Why? Tomorrow is his birthday. Tonight he is having "friends and family over". I'm honestly so excited that he asked me to come and meet them. But what does my body think? My body thinks that this new adventure is somehow an attack on it's every intestinal molecule, and is revolting at full force! I mean I was super nervous to meet the boy for days, but the second I got there I was OK. This is worse. I have the doodles. Now, how do you meet new people when you have the doodles? I can't eat. Therefore, making the alchohol that much more effective. So, I can't drink. I'm gonna be nervous, hungry, and sober. What a horrible combination. I know I'll be fine, but my body thinks different. I'm trying to think my way out of this mess. But so far? Not working!
I spent last night at Kat's, stealing, I mean, finding music on the internet for his B-day CD. It's pretty bad-ass if I do say so myself! It has a mix of fast and slow songs. And, I have a feeling he's just gonna love it. Who doesn't love a mix tape? I'm going to get him a mushy card on my lunch break too.
He's just the sweetest thing. He is worried that he is rushing me by asking me over, and I don't feel that at all. I think it all feels right. He says of course, he loves being with me. *swoon* I can't wait to see what his friends and family are like. Even though, it's quite literally scaring the shit out of me.
I might stay up there in his neck of the woods this evening. Funny thing is he is living with his parents since his divorce, (over a year ago) and it'll be kinda weird I think... at the parents. Mkay? I mean, if my neighbor is complaining about us, obviously, we can't be having relations. No relations equals major suckage! I might not go back to work too. I am on for 3-11 Sat and Sun but I have a feeling I won't feel like going back. We'll see. Wish me luck! I certainly need it!