I went over to Rachel's co-op yesterday to have cheap beer, tiny pieces of pizza, and "watch" the Superbowl. Actually I only watched like, 30 mins. of it, and most of that was halftime.
Then we did homework, I met her 37 year old pet wierdo, and then we sat for a while on the porch. It smelled like fall, and I felt like walking but had nowhere to go.

I hate people under 30 who refer to their bf as their "lover." I know you're most likely doing it. But I do not need blatant confirmation, at least not one as cheesy as that.

new things:
I finally got my ring resized, so I can wear it on the right finger always now.
I am doing Flash animation at my job. It's fun.
And...best of all, Aaron shall be here on the 16th. rarg. happy growl.

This post sounds kind of chill. But I just spent half my day waiting at the DMV, so it's lucky I can string a sentence together at all.