you know, i didn't figure out how to choose a font when i opened up this realm, and i wish i had. So. So. Carl and -man, what a horrible way to start this sentence. I don't know why I am so drawn to Carl. He smells good, his smile is amazing, he makes me laugh, he plays with my hair, he gives good hugs, he makes me half-smile. He dresses really awesomely. He sings incredibly well. He's intelligent as hell, cute as hell, tough as hell. His own words, "tough as hell, cute as hell." Cracks me up. I spoke to mike. mike, mike with a capital 'm,' so Mike. i spoke to Mike. like this, "man, i need to stop hanging out with carl so much" why? "because, i've got this like, severe attraction towards him" oh? -and it went on from there. he kissed me. did you kiss back? well, yes, i said. did you only kiss once? well, yes, i said. not 3 minutes prior, he's said how that would have been grounds for breakup, in a second. "would it be that easy for you,Mike, to break up with me over that?" well, there'd be nothing for me to do but that. i understood. he loves me, to death, he loves me. but it's because he loves me so much that he'd have to break up with me- he couldn't look at me, kiss me, touch me, let me touch him, etc. not ever the same. i understood. i hate these wasted diary lines. i mean, stupid high school type drama, you know. i hate to dwell in my daily routines. so i try to stay away from those. poetry and i don't get along. though, a few days ago, something quite poetic occurred to me. and this is it: within every friend there is a fiend, and ultimately, an end.