Seriously. I think I'll be all cute, talking Spanish to Jason out of nowhere, and I try to say something romantic only to have him start convulsing in laughter and tell me I actually said I resent the jelly for being a great dane's shoe or something.
I should be on my way to Ashley Tovar's right now, but I haven't written in forever. Jason came down here to Nor Cal for a week, and everyone seems to really like him. Then we went down to So Cal to see his folks for a few days. That was really fun; they seem to like me, and they're really good people. I sent them a thank-you note yesterday. I'm a brown-noser.
We went to Disneyland while we were there. It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be, but it was fun being there with Jason. We've both always wanted the chance to go there with a significant other.
Now I'm recovering from having my wisdom teeth out and learning that had I known then what I know now, I would have gorged on all the chewy, crunchy foods I could find beforehand. I mean, when a grilled cheese sandwich just kills your mouth, that's really pathetic. It could be worse; I could have cancer. I could be paralyzed. But I'm awfully tired of the liquid diet. I'd better be losing weight from this.
I'm planning on going back to ID on Tuesday, and really hoping I don't get any more delayed, because I miss my baby. I miss being there, and all my friends, and my apartment, but I miss Jason most of all. I think it's not so bad when I'm not talking to him, maybe because I'm so used to being alone and not dating anyone, but when we're on the phone, it's just torture. (Especially when he starts speaking Spanish. Oi.)
I'm really twitterpated.
I'm smitten. I'm in deep smit.
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