Monday, March 25, 2002
I am actually very nervous to see Paul this Wednesday. I don't know why. Every time I think of seeing him, I get butterflies. I was at lunch a little while ago and every time he crossed my thoughts, I found myself feeling like I was going to yack. What is the deal? I actually tested this theory. I would sit with a french fry in my hand. I would then look at it longingly and with hunger. Then to test my theory, I would think of seeing Paul in Boston on Wed., and my stomach would knot up lickety split. Lickety? I'm gay.
It's weird. Why is my subconcious freaking out? Maybe I just love him.
Alot.
It's weird. Why is my subconcious freaking out? Maybe I just love him.
Alot.
