Sunday, January 21st - 5am
It's really interesting to read what you deem worthy to note in this thing. I show up on your doorstep, almost dead, and the highlight of that night is that you got to staple me shut?
The fact that you haven't called every acronym agency in the phone book by this point makes me agree that you might have lost a few marbles the night we met. Not that I'm complaining. The stupider you are, the longer I can stay on your comfortable couch.
As for the shirt - I'm very confident in my masculinity. It'll take a lot more than a pink shirt to make me blush. I appreciate the descriptions about my looks, by the way. You're pretty hot, yourself.
Sunday, January 21st - 8am
He's watching me write this, which is kind of weird. He obviously knows I've read his latest entry, but we're both acting like it's some sort of secret.
I did get a bit of a thrill reading that he finds me attractive, too. He chuckled when I smiled at that part, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of looking at him.
We don't talk much, but surprisingly it's not too awkward anymore. We've been watching movies, and he's been eating everything in the house. Quite literally. I'm going to have to go grocery shopping today or tomorrow because there is almost no food left in the house.
He ate an entire family-sized lasagna for dinner last night!
Kelly also texted me a few minutes ago, asking when we were going to hang out. I haven't replied yet, not sure what to tell her. Not telling her about New Year's Eve has started to weigh on me. But with the winged-idiot (who refuses to tell me his name, by the way) in my home, she obviously can't come here. But I don't know if I can act normal around her. It's like my mental state is balancing on a fine line - if I think too hard about this all, I can feel myself start to crack.
I haven't drank since New Year's, drinking at 8 in the morning doesn't seem so bad right now…