in which andi plummets . . .
yeah, fuck me sideways with a chainsaw. . . what the hell is wrong w/ me? why do i keep falling for the wrong kind of guy? or a better question--why is the guy i've basically been looking for, and who's living right across the hall from me, and likes me as much as i like him, why is he taken? oh yeah, that's right--because he's fucking amazing . . . and good looking too.