...is so hard on the knees.
Strange how we think we're the only ones who ever worry about this stuff.
Will she say it back?
Don't know, couldn't say...but I have to find out.
I'm going to give this a shot today because I don't much care to be the Amandine anymore. Such a silly existence. Five hours of work and not a minute spent working. Nerves: 1, ChatNoir: 0. But my odds are increasing with every passing day. 5 months on Friday- that's gotta mean something, right?
M asked me yesterday if it was crazy she was thinking about how much she hopes we move in together someday. She said she didn't know what to do because her landlord will be asking her to renew her lease in October, but she's hoping that by next year we'll be living together. I told her I think about the same things.
It seems rather silly to me to talk about living together and adopting pets (good ol' U-Haulin', turkey-bastin' lezzies) when we haven't dredged up the courage to say the l-word yet. Perhaps tonight.
"Here's to temperence!" ...and nerves o' steel.
-ChatNoir-
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