Nat,
First off, thanks for not playing the song when he was there. Second off, I can't keep that as his ringtone dude. Not saying it's not accurate, just...I'm not you, dude. Someone hears "Head Over Feet", they're gonna think things. I'm not ready for that yet dude.
Anyways, I guess I should thank you for kinda being on your best behavior. I mean, I guess I should have expected you'd try that shit. I think he'd have let you, even. But you're not kissing his hands while I'm there, dude. Seriously though? Whatever.
Wish you'd given me fucking warning before showing up at the crack of dawn. Bet you got a kick out of it, but I didn't. Ugh. Can't believe my old man was in on it...you're such a jackass!
You're lucky I was there to do damage control, with Double D, I mean. You're too much for him! No, I don't mean it like that, you perv, cuz I know you'd say that. But he was kinda freaking out. He's nice, sure, but you were, like, pushing him over the edge. Why do -you- need to know so much about him? I'm the one who wants to get to know him better, not you. Meh...I don't get you.
Yeah, I was glad when Mike called. Guess you were too, but still, Edd needed a break. And yeah, he said you were a blabbermouth. Haha, with fancier words, yeah, he did.
Ugh...anyways, I WAS going to ask him. On my own time. I know we went over everything this morning, but...I didn't need the push. I dunno. Whatever...Idk man, it's not easy. It's so not me.
But I asked him. He said yes. Even got to hold him...yeah, I know...really corny, but...I guess something about him brings that out in me, you know?
Been thinking about it all night. I know it's nothing amazing. It doesn't even need planning, we just go there. I just...hope he likes it.
He means a lot to me, dude. It's like...I just kinda wanna hold him. I don't wanna rush. I don't even know if I -can- rush, with what Nazz did to me. I feel like half the things I do could end up going too far sometimes. I know, it's fucking ridiculous, but how the fuck am I supposed to know? I don't wanna fuck this up, man...
Blah...good luck tomorrow. You'll need it. Nazz hasn't looked as pissed this week but she's not gonna let you in without a fight. Can promise you that. Probably don't wanna go into her house by the way, her parents probably know. You'd be bait, man. And as funny as that sounds, I'd rather your pain-in-the-ass cheery self stick around instead of whatever they'd try and make you feel like.
Just...wish me luck, I guess. Send me an e-mail when you get back to NYC. Hope the hotel you're in's nice. Don't e-mail me back right now, though, I've had enough of you for one day. Haha! You'll be fine, you drama queen.
It was nice seeing you, even if you are a jackass.
Later.
Kev
