Perhaps I jumped the gun a bit with my last post.
Or perhaps I'm jumping the gun by saying that the gun has been jumped.
But I did my first 'walk-of-shame' this morning. Well, sorta.
And, predictably, I'm feeling excited about the guy, even though he leaves for Puerto Rico for Spring Break in about six hours, and a week and a half in a country with cabana boys and copious alcohol consumption makes it easy to forget about me.
Unfortunately, I'm just getting back and have class in a few, so I don't have time to give you all of the lurid details. Hopefully later this afternoon I'll get a chance.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.
