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so today better fly by.
liam is coming over later and we’re cooking dinner together.
pasta and meatballs, in fact… which comes from my mother’s recipe, and that shit is BANGERANG.
you don’t even know how good.
i fully believe my mom should have her own show on food network… she’s THAT good.
more importantly, adorable british boy playing in my kitchen with me.
hi.
HELLO.
who’s giddy as fuck right now…
me.

in other news, i’ve been writing a book.

actually, molly and i decided on this together, so we’re cowriting it and we have massive plans for this thing. joanna, my youngest sister, has been on me to write a book for awhile because she apparently loves some of the things i write in here. i’ve always wanted to write something, but i never had a big enough idea to start with… until recently.
it’s a story based on actual events, and i’ve been completely consumed in words and paragraphs for the last few days. we have an interesting way of going about this though. separately, we’re just writing whatever comes to us, based on what we know has actually happened, and then branching off from there.

so right now i have like 5 pages of randomness… but i’m curious to see any reaction to the following paragraphs… just testing out some stuff…

He glanced at me, and I watched his mouth move. His smile, slightly crooked, wider than most, he was indulging in my accent, as I was swooning over his. He had an interesting habit of biting his lower lip every time I spoke, and believe me, this did not go unnoticed. In fact, once I picked up on it, I became deliberate in my conversing. It turned into a game of mild torture, seeing how much we could take before wanting to tear at each other’s clothing and forget the world for just that moment. His jeans clung to him and outlined the pack of cigarettes in his front left pocket. The tone of his voice and the way his words traveled… they sang to me. Through all of this, I didn’t have the slightest clue that he even found me attractive. I was blinded by what his presence was doing to me, and it toyed with my gift of observance. There was something so raw and charming about this boy, and I realized that as the minutes were passing, I was slowly being pulled in. To say I was intrigued would be the understatement of the year.

While subtle, it said a mouthful.
Quite possibly about 9 hours worth.

like i said… just curious.

also… previous post about luke pickett? yeah. apparently he rarely does shows anymore, and he has one in london on september 25th. i was actually planning to go out there for my birthday (sept 30th)… so i’ll end up being there to see him perform anyway.
love how that worked out. fucking ecstatic over this, by the way.