It was my first day on the job yesterday at The Haven. I think it went well -- a lot better than I expected. Jayne brought me lunch over break, which was very sweet of him. I will neither confirm nor deny whether a very brief makeout session took place just before he left. It's like I lose all capacity for reasonable thought when he's around ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning to find my coffee maker out of order. Not a good start to the day, but luckily my first class is Journalism, and Spider always keeps his newspaper staff well caffienated ( Read more... )

Get a bigger bed. Spooning is Good; not being able to use one or more of your limbs after eight solid hours of spooning is Bad. It took at least five minutes for me to get full use of my right hand. My fingertips still tingle a bit.

Get a job. Being broke sucks. I used up every last cent to my name paying for dinner last night. Jayne's not ( Read more... )

So. Homecoming ( Read more... )

Phoebe and I "talked" about Jayne today in Journalism Class. If you can call that talking. I've bitten most of my nails to the quick ( Read more... )

I'm probably the most confused dead girl in the world right now.

Jayne kissed me last night.

Of course he kissed me. I gave him permission to kiss me. And I'm glad that he did, because it was the kind of kiss that takes your breath away and makes your toes curl. Not that I have much experience with that sort of thing. It could've been the most ( Read more... )