His bedroom light turned on last nite -- the first time all summer. Suddenly I got really happy like a school girl, then seconds later I realized that its just a guest visiting his housemate. I wish I didn't miss him. It just makes me feel foolish when I do. Like a fucking Ashanti song. Gross... Ashanti...

I miss my former companion and best friend, but I don't have the guts to reach out and just become friends.

Current distractants: organic chemistry, the gym, cooking, downloading, my boob is officially normal again, and my new(er) car:


Its still un-named, any suggestions?