Gorgeous Boy With No Hair

I've made it to Upstate New York and I'm currently sitting in Matt's living room typing away in this journal and listening to him play his Xbox Live game. He's such a boy I swear. He doesn't look like one anymore but he's still a boy. It's great to see him. It's weird but nice how we manage to just go on like normal without taking time to tip toe around each other like we used to. It was normal straight off the bat. We're probably being nicer to each other but it's to be expected. I'm really glad to be here. Even happier to see hiim. It sucks. I'm always so happy just to spend time with him I never want to bring up that stupid topic of what we're going to do about this long distance relationship. I just always assume it's going to go down the same path of going nowhere and I just never want to deal with it,

On a completely fluffier topic, my Victoria's Secret delivery is here and he only checked out the thongs I had in the box. Two thongs out of a box full of clothing and he spotted them. Trust him. He's a boy - with no hair. I suggested he go bald. He might do it. Anyhow, I have this pretty spiffy dress I bought but I need to lose a bit of weight before I look ok in it. Can be done. Just need to be more diligent when I get back home. For someone who used to exercise and was so energetic until a few years ago I just can't seem to get that exercise thing going. I don't feel incredibly bad about putting on the weight either so it's lovely.

You know what's also lovely? No matter what size I am, Matt makes me feel like the sexiest, loveliest thing. He has his good points.