*sings off-key* There’s a boy that I like….

Um. Ok, so. At Amelia’s. Amelia and Jane came by yesterday and kidnapped me. Woo!

Jane’s at yoga. She is very pretty and cute today. She and Amelia are very kind about indulging my fetish for Aaron…who, Jane informed me with a rather large smile before she left, is downstairs in nothing but a pair of shorts, painting. *meeps and pulls head inside shirt*

As for the rest of the crew, Mel, Ben, Mike, and Will all headed off to CompUSA to get Mel a new diskette drive. I was invited but, that’s a tad many people in one car for my tastes, and I’ve just been mad reading Son of Rosemary, which I like well enough, but I can’t help but wish I knew more about Rosemary’s Baby than simply it was about a woman who had the devil’s baby that they made into a movie with Mia Farrow. ¬_¬

Fuck. I am so gay over Aaron. He’s all tall and beautiful, and has this really nice dark hair that he wears in a little ponytail, and this V-O-I-C-E, sweetfuckingGaea that voice, I just…. *whimpers* And he came in the room earlier, all warm and scruffy, and shirtless, and his pants riding uber-low, and fuuuuuuuuck meeeeee, his hip bones are a new-found weakness, alright? And he sat next to me, and there was speaking, and I touched that beautiful, warm, soft soft soft bare back, and he’s been playing the banjo off and on, and yesterday when I arrived, he greeted me by name, and he always does, but it just floors me, cause again that voice, and its not like we’re friends, I’m hardly ever around, and its not like I’m even really close to Ben anymore, and I have no right or reason to be this melty over this stupid stupid male, and oh god he’s warm. *covers face*

Ok. I’m good now. I’m better. Just needed to exorcise that. Fuck. He’s downstairs and shirtless and getting paint all over that beautiful, beautiful everything, right now. FUCK.