| Current mood: |  crazy |
| Current music: | Some Movie |
signs, signs, signs.
At the wedding I ended up catching the garter. I just mainly wanted to see if I can get it but maybe it's a sign. Yes, I believe in fucking signs.
I spent the time I left in Natalie's room. She once again packed for me. I like that because I HATE fucking packing. I gave in and checked my mail today. Got mail from my sister asking me if the tabloids where true or false about me dating Natalie and I emailed her back saying for once they were actually true. I think that shocks her more than the world though. We'll be seeing her when we get in Morocco. I hate this fucking flight. It's so fucking long.
I ended up having a nice talk with Natalie last night about something. I also confessed some things to her and I could tell that she wasn't happy about it. I never thought I'd be having that talk anytime soon again but I did and that's that. No, you don't get to fucking know so don't ask. I don't care how nosey you are it's just between Natalie and me, I, what the fuck do you use there? *groans*
I'm done. I need a pint.
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