And the count down continues. On Friday, I'm hopping on a plane and flighting to a state I've never been to before, to see a bunch of people I've never seen, and to have a grand old time. I really hope it goes well. I know I shouldn't be so pessamistic, but I can't help it. I mean, I'm pretty sure everything is going to go well, but theres still that little apprehensive part of me that's terrified that if things aren't perfect, that I'm going to be devastatingly disappointed.
And then there's that part of me that's bursting at the seams with joy over the fact that I'm going to see the DREAMIEST boy in the entire known universe. And, hopefully, if all goes well, I'm going to hug and kiss and tackle and cuddle said dreamy boy, until he can't take it anymore. I like that boy way too much for my own good, honest.
Have I mentioned the fact that he's the most amazing boy I've ever known? Well, he is.
Time to go home.
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