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I wasn't sure that I'd get in my daily entry since Kev and I have been going since this morning. We have most of my things packed up and we'll make the actual move tomorrow. I can't believe it's alrady almost done! My neighbor (Wendell's babysitter) came over to help with some of the stuff, and she invited us over for dinner at her place. I was just going to order Kev and myself a pizza, but Linda's homemade lasagna and garlic bread was much better. I'm going to miss her.
Tonight, we're going to camp out in the living room since we took apart the bed to save time tomorrow. Should be fun! Kev's laughing at me because I'm lying on my stomach, typing away on my laptop, and Wendell keeps running back and forth over my ass. What's funny is, when I stop typing, he stops running. I have a very strange dog.
Now, Kevin has decided to sit on me. I feel like I'm giving a play by play of my evening. Now, he's kissing the back of my head and says he wants to type something.
This is Kevin Strasser. I hereby stake my claim on William Porter, and if anyone else decides they want to take a shot at him (literally or figuratively), they'll have to deal with me. You've been warned. Actually, I don't think any of you exist. I think Will's made you all up in his mind because he's obviously a mental case who needs imaginary friends in order to make his life complete. He's mentioned a few of you, but how convenient that none of you are in Seattle. It's okay. I can accept the fact that I'm going to be living with a lunatic. Love means never having to point out your lover's psychosis, right? I'm just worried that when he goes on his vacation, he'll be very disappointed that no one's actually there for him to visit. It's all right. I'll have the straitjacket waiting for him when he gets home. Talk to you later.
Will here. I get up to go to the bathroom and I come back to this! I'm leaving that up as evidence that I'm dating a fool! For the record, he's joking. I talk about all of you guys, and he'd love the chance to meet some of you one of these days. He's set up a journal, but he's too shy to use it.
All right, time for me to get back to my fool. I'll try to check in tomorrow!
Tonight, we're going to camp out in the living room since we took apart the bed to save time tomorrow. Should be fun! Kev's laughing at me because I'm lying on my stomach, typing away on my laptop, and Wendell keeps running back and forth over my ass. What's funny is, when I stop typing, he stops running. I have a very strange dog.
Now, Kevin has decided to sit on me. I feel like I'm giving a play by play of my evening. Now, he's kissing the back of my head and says he wants to type something.
This is Kevin Strasser. I hereby stake my claim on William Porter, and if anyone else decides they want to take a shot at him (literally or figuratively), they'll have to deal with me. You've been warned. Actually, I don't think any of you exist. I think Will's made you all up in his mind because he's obviously a mental case who needs imaginary friends in order to make his life complete. He's mentioned a few of you, but how convenient that none of you are in Seattle. It's okay. I can accept the fact that I'm going to be living with a lunatic. Love means never having to point out your lover's psychosis, right? I'm just worried that when he goes on his vacation, he'll be very disappointed that no one's actually there for him to visit. It's all right. I'll have the straitjacket waiting for him when he gets home. Talk to you later.
Will here. I get up to go to the bathroom and I come back to this! I'm leaving that up as evidence that I'm dating a fool! For the record, he's joking. I talk about all of you guys, and he'd love the chance to meet some of you one of these days. He's set up a journal, but he's too shy to use it.
All right, time for me to get back to my fool. I'll try to check in tomorrow!
