i'm quite amused by all of this garbage. there's such talk about me and her. people say things, and never to me. sort of like i'm the most important person, equally intimidating. karl didn't want to bring it up to me, and we ended up shouting over it.
i wish i had a swingline about this. jenn has all the friends in the world to talk to about it, and i have none of whom. because karl is disgusted by it and everyone else doesn't take me seriously. it takes loving someone fantastic to realize how few people you have to tell.
i love 'er. dead serious.
i just wish i had some more her and me time, you know? i mean, yeah, it's good to be around her at lunch and in the halls, and we've got the phone and the internet, but lying on my bed, i can't help but feel it'd be better if she was lying there next to me.