Dear Dear Life Blog:
I made it 24 hours. The huge, shit-eating grin I now have just from looking at you does in fact mean that we should never, EVER part again.
I hope you love me back,
PS Dear A: 30-something boys do it, too. cf. Neighbor. So don't get your hopes up that it ends soon.
PPS Dear cj: the people in DC are fug, so at the very least, console yourself that he's f*cking a way less cute chick.