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Tuesday, February 03, 2004
gosh, roscoes. who knew? we should've known the first time we went there. but i guess this time, it really hit the spot. roscoes was gooood. but i can still do w/o roscoes. it's a heart attack waiting to happen. we got back to peter's and i think it was the food coma coming in b/c i was so sleepy. it was so hard for me to get up and go home. especially since his dad even said i could stay if i needed to and b/c of the bad weather. here's me being gross. it'll be fast...i was so close to just falling entirely asleep in his arms, but i told myself that i needed to go home. i didn't want to go. i told him i was so comfortable and that he was so comfortable. yeah. i wont' go into anymore detail. okay, theresa being gross is over. well that wasn't too bad. well, i finally went home and the drive home was crazy! crazy b/c there were no cars in front of me, and no cars in back of me. postal service came on. radiohead came on. good music always comes on at 2 in the morning.
theresa writes @ 5:15 AM |
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