i love being in love. i hate being far apart.
i know… i avoided it for a long time. not sure that now is the right time, but so be it. que sera, sera.
told her about my fucked up teeth today. i hope it’s not gonna be too much of a problem or anything. she’s too sweet sometimes and says such nice things, so it’s hard to tell if she’s just being awesome, or if she’s just being awesome and seriously meaning it in actuality (like she usually is, bless her).
for those that don’t know, i have fucked up teeth. it’s not all english and shit… but they are fairly crooked and i have an underbite, too. or whatever you call the opposite of an overbite. damn. an overbite would be nice. overbites rock, i always wanted one. i mean, even when i was little and my teeth were fairly normal. (my jaw just kinda didn’t stop growing for a little while after my skull did.) oh, and let’s not forget i have a space on each side of my top row, between the fat molars and the canine teeth or whatever is the one 2-3 teeth down from the middle. thank fuck at least it can’t be seen. but fuck i hate my jaw. i look like Jay Leno with a soul patch and a ponytail. yikes! at least my hair’s still bright brown. and i’m a lot hipper than that moron. hell, anyone is.
*giggles* i just said “but fuck”.
anyway, she seemed kinda sad after i told her that; said she had to think about some stuff. i hope it’s nothing. at least, i hope it’s nothing bad.
