Yay! I have found someone who actually makes me happy. Yes. Me, Abby, is at ease and quietly happy around him. Now, I know you're thinking, OMG... What a sap you are, Abby! Stupid Girl! But really! Ever seen that movie, "The Princess Diaries," ? It is a really good movie, in which she says that she cannot count her first kiss until her foot rises. Well... This is the first relationship that has made my foot rise. Perhaps not the whole physical thing, but... I'm happy. I'm cool calm, collected, and trying my hardest to make him hate me, without much success. And for that, I am eternally grateful.

Anyway, I'm real sorry Brad about the whole Sunday thing. I didn't think ahead, and to tell you the truth, I really was jsut over excited at the idea of you meeting my new friends/my new possible boytoy, and... well... yeah. I'm sorry.

BTW... To Mr. Matt. Fuck you. I wouldn't touch you with a 10-foot pole, and you're a fool if you think I would. You arrogant, conceited... *snarls* Enough. I'm better than that, and I don't need to stoop to levels of your height.