I have fifteen days before I set off to Rhode Island to meet this really wonderful man who listens to dorky podcasts and doesn’t mind when I call him sickeningly adorable pet names. I, a little ball of excitement and energy, am going to tackle him when I first see him. Or just politely shake his hand. I haven’t decided. He makes me laugh so hard. He really is great. I have to finish Dance before I get there or else he will spoil everything. I want to know how I got to be so crazy for him. Actually, I think it’s the way he says my name. Or maybe it’s because he asks “Why aren’t you talking?” because he called to hear my voice. Or because he vocally doubts I’ll ever be able to bring the word dweeb back. I don’t know. I like him so much. I really cannot wait.
I just inverted my screen & my blog’s background was too pretty not to share. :3
The Coasters - Poison Ivy