he snuck in my window last night. It felt good. But now i go into my doubting phase. oh well... One thing i hate to say..."me too" Think about it. this is probably the most common form of uncreativity. When you say "me too" you imply that you agree completly to what ever that person says and that doesn't really work because how often do we have the exact same feelings about anything? and lets not forget that it sounds so blah about it and it's awkward to say the least. Or maybe things like that don't matter? I don't think i really care anymore.