AND I FUCKING MISSED IT.

Seriously. Seriously. Fuck fuck fuck. I get a text.

ACE: I'm wrestling in jello in a bit if you feel like coming down to watch.

All jokes I think. Just joshing, I say. Text her back? WHY WOULD I!?

I'll tell you why folks. Because if you're girlfriend text's you saying: "I am going to wrestle an equally good looking, super fox (like me) in a sticky, wet substance for funzies" that means, apparently, THAT SHE IS GOING TO DO IT.

Learn from my failures gentlemen. Learn from the slow, antagonizing death I am suffering right now; until two hours from now when I fireman carry her to her bedroom and tell the roommates to hit the bricks for a few hours. Which is what's going to happen.

Well, hi there.

ACE: Things are going very well in the dating department. We are still kind of fooling around physically and we are strangely close in every other aspect. We seem to have everything in common. Our backgrounds are similar (uninvolved parents who had us way too young, accelerated schooling, etc) all the way down to small, ridiculous stuff (she and I practiced kissing on Aladdin/Jasmine respectively as little kids). It was freightening at first but now it's common place that we have a lot in common ("I bought you mint tea because I knew it was your favorite", "I told you that", "No.").

At the same time we have enough differences that it makes our dynamic interesting and enticing. Most importantly, with those commonalities, as well as our differences, we just seem to click. More so then anyone else I've ever met; I'm hoping that continues.

WORK: Well folks, I'm almost at my wits end with working for...

Sitting with Ace in my car today:

ME: You're staring.
ACE: Am I?
ME: At my charm. It's my charm isn't it.
ACE: You caught me.
ME: Going for mysterious; got it. sorry.
ACE: I can't help it, it's attractive.
ME: My charm?
ACE: More then attractive.
ME: More then attractive.
ACE: Yes. More like Super Mega Foxy Awesome Hot.

She wins. I win. Life feels good.

Fuck yes I did!

I kissed her, and then did so sporadically while having one of the best dates of my life. Mark my words TFP, I may marry this girl.

MARK THEM!.


love taylor.

ps. I made a cop roll down his window on the way home from - who I will refer to as "ace" - Ace's house so I could tell him life was a good time and a half. He didn't seem as excited. I don't blame him.

he didn't kiss her. You know why? BECAUSE I DID! *happy dance*

Life is funny. It seems to throw the most unexpected curve balls my way. Sometimes I'm the instigator but it's more me adhering to my life in the moment then making long term choices. Such is being 23.

For example (I have two):

1) A friend, Ruby, accused me of being a liar about a month ago; about making up my "life before Toronto" while I was in school. I didn't know how to respond, while also realizing that no matter what I say it won't change anything; that I'd be fighting a losing battle. The biggest thing, I assume, is my step father's money and it's existence. Which I found funny based on this:

I gave her boyfriend, and my best friend, 2879 dollars to pay the rest of tuition so he wouldn't be kicked out. I did it for many reasons and I could afford the luxury of doing so. He has yet to pay all of it back (I believe around 600 remains). Today I emailed him, and he responded back with this very heavy handed message about the "hyperbole"...