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So I just spent my first night in my new apartment. This place is most definitely haunted. I went outside and said, "if this place is haunted, let there be a sign." And then something catches my eye. "LAUREN" is etched into the sidewalk covered in what appears to be blood. (And if it's red paint, I don't care- the message is clear enough!) I've had friends coming and going all day and night so I wasn't too spooked- until I was alone and it was time to sleep. When I turned the lights off I started having the same chest pains I have when I begin to have panic attacks. I felt pathetic that sleeping in my own apartment would trigger an attack, so without any better idea, I called up Connors and asked him to stay over. (I was afraid he might pull something. He eventually asked, "So, wanna... cuddle?" "No." "Okay." Then he promptly fell asleep. The kid snores like nothing I've heard before. I couldn't sleep so I ended up going to another room and laying on the floor. This was the worst sleep-night of my life, I don't think I got an hour. This, combined with the fact that I am SO excited to see John tonight, and there is little possibility I'll be falling asleep any time soon. I am so excited to see him that my teeth hurt. My teeth hurt from sheer excitement- that's legitimate. There is 0% chance I will be able to keep my hands off him. And he knows this- he's planted this seed and watched it grow. He's nurtured it and cared for it, and today he harvests it. And I'm helpless- this is my destiny and maybe yesterday I was Lauren, but today I'm a plant that has to be picked.
I sort of lost sight of where I was going with that metaphor. It was pretty gay anyways. But I'm running on empty. So, sorry.
AHH I'M GONNA EXPLODE!
I sort of lost sight of where I was going with that metaphor. It was pretty gay anyways. But I'm running on empty. So, sorry.
AHH I'M GONNA EXPLODE!