Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess, You and I, this sweet battlefield. I guess its like a waiting game. I'm in love with my pet and totally infatuated with a charming, delightful and amazing looking italian. Who pushes me away once the inital novelty wears off. So, I have the somethingarather to attract wonderfully captivating guys who every girl seems to chase after... its just that they dump me once they get to know me and see the insecurities. Or something. Well, it was a nice little fling. I managed to interest him for two weeks. Hehehe. Thats not so bad, for me. He was sweet about everything though. I like the fact that I can now see that there -are- nice guys out there. They're not all like Andrew. I'm feeling quite good about it all really. I've survived being apart from someone who I am so in love with, I've had alot of fun with my friends, I've mastered fucking drum triplets -finally-, and someone wants to buy some of my paintings. And I've had a little tete a tete with a hot italian. It really could be worse. =)